Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
Works of genius are the first things in the world.
You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.