Date: 1818
The "springing verdure" of the heart may be frosted
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Date: 1818
"His heart leapt up as to its rightful throne"
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Date: 1818
Love is a fluttering in the heart or rather a "Young feather'd tyrant"
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Date: 1818
"I knew, I knew / There was a place untenanted in it: / In that same void white Chastity shall sit, / And monitor me nightly to lone slumber"
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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
"A scowl is sometimes on his brow, but who / Look full upon it feel anon the blue / Of his fair eyes run liquid through their souls."
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Date: 1818
The "lyre" of the soul may be "Eolian tun'd"
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Date: 1818
"Now I have tasted her sweet soul to the core / All other depths are shallow."
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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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