Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
Fame is the thirst of youth.
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.