- "where, in the shadow of the wings, as my youth fled by, remembrance clings."
- "can others ever quite replace you? and you, can you remain the same?"
- "i'm sad and cold, and yet it seems, they still can thrill me in my dreams."
- "one who has felt, is often mournful, disturbed by ghosts gone by — "
- "i loved, and nothing could relieve me."
- "thus people, frankly i confess, grow fond — out of sheer idleness."
- "youth's fever is its own excuse, for ravings that it may induce."
- "his was the love of poets, stronger than other men are doomed to feel."
- "he did not know that books could say things to move you even while you slept;"
- "content, since habit, more or less, is surrogate for happiness."
- "my love, first warm, would soon diminish, killed by familiarity."
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