But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!

A system could not well have been devised more studiously hostile to human happiness than marriage.

All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil

February... Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade the frozen streams be free, And waked to music all their fountains, And breathed upon the frozen mountains.

Ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a tomb, regrets which gild thro’ the spirit’s gloom, and with ghastly whispers tell that joy, once lost, is pain.