A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken.
I want a brighter word than bright
You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.