So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!

A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.

I always made an awkward bow.

Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.