O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
Faithful found among the faithless.
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.