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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