In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.