An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.

O aching time! O moments big as years!

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.

O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.

Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.