“Dear as remembered kisses after death,And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'dOn lips that are for others; deep as love,Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;O Death in Life, the days that are no more!”

“Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.”

“O love, O fire! once he drewWith one long kiss my whole soul throughMy lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.”

“the deep moans round with many voices.”

“There is sweet music here that softer fallsThan petals from blown roses on the grass,Or night-dews on still waters between wallsOf shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.Here are cool mosses deep,And thro' the moss the ivies creep,And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.”

“There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath beenThe stillness of the central sea.The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands,Like clouds they shape themselves and go.”

“Thine are these orbs of light and shade;Thou madest Life in man and brute;Thou madest Death; and lo, thy footIs on the skull which thou hast made.”