“Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.”

“You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.”

“I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.”

“Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.”

“Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?---"On death”

“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die,To cease upon the midnight with no pain,While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!”

“The air is all softness.”