Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burdened air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep.

Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief?

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.

When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still.

There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your …

As the moral gloom of the world overpowers all systematic gaiety, even so was their home of wild mirth made desolate amid the sad forest.

If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me