“Through thickest gloom look back, immortal shade,On that confusion which thy death has made.”
“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.”
“Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom.”
“The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,But forth vnto the darksome hole he went,And looked in:his glistring armor madeA litle glooming light, much like a shade,”
“She looked fragile. Alone. Prisoner in the room through the mirror; an Alice who never made it back through the looking-glass.”
“She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.”