Date: 1820
"Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, / Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart / Made purple riot"
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Date: 1820
"As though a tongueless nightingale should swell / Her throat in vain, and die, heart -stifled, in her dell"
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Date: 1820
"How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?"
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Date: 1820
A soul may be "as ill at peace as the break-covert bloodhounds of such sin"
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Date: 1820
The spirit may, like a "demon-mole," work thorugh "clayey soil and gravel hard"
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Date: 1820
"When from the slope side of a suburb hill, / Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a thrill / Of trumpets--Lycius started--the sounds fled, / But left a thought, a buzzing in his head."
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Date: 1820
"A moment's thought is passion's passing bell"
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Date: 1820
"Branched thoughts" or "dark-cluster'd trees" may be new grown in some untrodden region of the mind
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Date: 1820
"Then let winged Fancy wander / Through the thought still spread beyond her:"
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