O For A Life Of Sensations Rather

So, When Dark Thoughts My Boding Spirit Shroud, Sweet Hope! Celestial Influence Round Me Shed Waving Thy Silver Pinions O'er My Head.

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till It Is Experienced.

No One Can Usurp The Heights... But Those To Whom The Miseries Of The World Are Misery, And Will Not Let Them Rest.

And Shade The Violets, That They May Bind The Moss In Leafy Nets.

A Moment's Thought Is Passion's Passing Knell.