Date: 1817
"A sense of real things come doubly strong, / And, like a muddy stream, would bear along / My soul to nothingness."
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Date: 1818
The soul knits "wingedly" with "the orbed drop of light" that is love
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Date: 1818
The soul may be bent like a "spiritual bow" and "twang'd" inwardly
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Date: 1818
Herald thought may be sent into a wilderness to dress an uncertain path with green
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Date: 1818
"My silent thoughts are echoing from these shells."
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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
"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]nd she began to moan and sigh / Because he mused beyond her, knowing well / That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell."
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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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