Date: 1838
"Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, / And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul."
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Date: 1838
"Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords / Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole"
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Date: 1838
The soul "may be a lawn besprinkled o'er with flowers, and stirring shades, and baffled beams"
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Date: 1838
All the "eye doth meet is mist and crag" in "the world of thought and mental might"
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Date: 1848
"Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! / Attuning still the soul to tenderness"
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Date: 1848
We may like on our fled soul, like a "mother wild" on an "infant child" in an "eagle's claws"
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Date: 1848
"O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, / Would all their colours from the sunset take: / From something of material sublime, / Rather than shadow our own soul's day-time / In the dark void of night."
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Date: 1848
" Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind."
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Date: 1848
"I cannot see, / Fancy is dead and drunken at its goal"
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