Shadows fall on even the brightest hours..

I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go..

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more..

Love can take what shape he pleases; and when once begun his fiery inroad in the soul, how vain the after knowledge which his presence gives! We weep….

Half of the ills we hoard within our hearts Are ills because we hoard them..

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!.

Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments..

In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral Owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at the dusk--he's abroad and….