Date: 1818
Love is a fluttering in the heart or rather a "Young feather'd tyrant"
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Date: 1818
"Great Muse, thou know'st what prison, / Of flesh and bone, curbs, and confines, and frets / Our spirit's wings."
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Date: 1818 (1819?)
"His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings / He furleth close."
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Date: 1818 (1819?)
"He has his Summer, when luxuriously / Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves / To ruminate"
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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
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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