My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.
Stop and consider! life is but a day
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.