Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?

I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but the continual drinking of knowledge. I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world.

Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees.

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.