He hath awakened from the dream of life.

Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets food is love and fame.

Heaven's ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.

a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought

One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.

The Galilean is not a favorite of mine. So far from owing him any thanks for his favor, I cannot avoid confessing that I owe a secret grudge to his carpentership.

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!