I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, - thou livest forever!

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.

Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!

Send me no more reviews of any kind. I will read no more of evil or good in that line. Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years .

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.