Date: 1820
"Ah woe! / Ah woe! Alas! pain, pain ever, for ever! / I close my tearless eyes, but see more clear / Thy works within my woe-illumèd mind, / Thou subtle tyrant!"
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Date: 1820
"To cheer thy state / I bid ascend those subtle and fair spirits, / Whose homes are the dim caves of human thought, / And who inhabit, as birds wing the wind, / Its world-surrounding aether."
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Date: 1820
"On a poet's lips I slept / Dreaming like a love-adept / In the sound his breathing kept; / Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, / But feeds on the aëreal kisses / Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses."
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Date: 1820
"Only a sense / Remains of them, like the omnipotence / Of music, when the inspired voice and lute / Languish, ere yet the responses are mute, / Which through the deep and labyrinthine soul, / Like echoes through long caverns, wind and roll."
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Date: 1820
"And we breathe, and sicken not, / The atmosphere of human thought: / Be it dim, and dank, and gray, / Like a storm-extinguished day, / Travelled o'er by dying gleams; / Be it bright as all between / Cloudless skies and windless streams, / Silent, liquid, and serene; / As the birds within the win...
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Date: 1821
Invention must "yield it to the rule of reason"
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Date: 1821
"'Ah, move,' he said, 'and you shall feel / That Paddy has a heart of steel"
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Date: 1821
"The peaceful conscience is the boon / That keeps the jarring mind in tune"
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Date: 1821
"The peaceful conscience" is "the heart's so cheering guest, / Which had--a rush for all the rest."
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Date: 1821
"Swift as a Thought by the snake Memory stung, / From her ambrosial rest the fading Splendour sprung."
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