Health is my expected heaven.
I have so much of you in my heart.
On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably