I Wish To Believe In Immortality-i Wish

I Am In That Temper That If I Were Under Water I Would Scarcely Kick To Come To The Top.

Death Is Life's High Meed.

Through The Sad Heart Of Ruth, When Sick For Home She Stood In Tears Amid The Alien Corn; The Same That Ofttimes Hath Charm'd Magic Casements, Opening On The Foam Of Perilous Seas, In Faery Lands Forlorn.

Knowledge Enormous Makes A God Of Me.

There's A Blush For Won't, And A Blush For Shan't, And A Blush For Having Done It: There's A Blush For Thought And A Blush For Naught, And A Blush For Just Begun It.