Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.
Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Faithful found among the faithless.
He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.