In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.

I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.

[My kitten] is dressed in a tortoise-shell suit, and I know you will delight in her.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.

Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.