Date: 1818
A gentle soul may have no revenge in it and be whole in tenderness
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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: 1818
Thought may be wooed "to steal about the labyrinth in the soul"
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Date: 1818
"The lyre of his soul Eolian tun'd / Forgot all violence, and but commun'd / With melancholy though."
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Date: 1818 (1819?)
"There are four seasons in the mind of man"
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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
"She stood: he pass'd, shut up in mysteries, / His mind wrapp'd like his mantle."
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