The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
A quote about drinking is a joy forever
The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.
My chest of books divide amongst my friends.