I Love All Waste And Solitary Places.

How Wonderful Is Death! Death And His Brother Sleep.

The Awful Shadow Of Some Unseen Power Floats, Tho' Unseen, Amongst Us.

At The Very Time That Philosophers Of The Most Enterprising Benevolence Were Founding In Greece Those Institutions Which Have Rendered It The Wonder And Luminary Of The World, Am I Required To Believe That The Weak And Wicked King Of An Obscure And Barbarous Nation, A Murderer, A Traitor And A Tyrant, Was The Man After God's Own Heart?

I Arise From Dreams Of Thee, And A Spirit In My Feet Has Led Me- Who Knows How? To Thy Chamber-window, Sweet!

I Have Drunken Deep Of Joy, And I Will Taste No Other Wine Tonight.