"And should have been most happy, – but I saw Too far into the sea, where every maw The greater on the less feeds ever…"

"Still do I that most fierce destruction see, — The Shark at savage prey — the hawk at pounce, — The gentle Robin, lik…"

"Call the world if you please "The vale of soul-making.""

"Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song."

"My spirit is too weak — mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of …"

"In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity."

"It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till…"

"But were there ever any Writh'd not of passed joy? The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it, Nor num…"

"When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in char…"

"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination — what the imaginatio…"