The Fair Breeze Blew, The White Foam

A Stately Pleasure-dome Decree.

Prayer Is The Very Highest Energy Of Which The Mind Is Capable.

My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are Shut.

Every Human Feeling Is Greater And Larger Than Its Exciting Cause-a Proof, I Think, That Man Is Designed For A Higher State Of Existence.

How Many Of Our Virtues Originate In The Fear Of Death & That While We Flatter Ourselves That We Are Melting In Christian Sensibility Over The Sorrows Of Our Human Brethren And Sisteren, We Are In Fact, Tho' Perhaps Unconsciously, Moved At The Prospect Of Our Own End For Who Sincerely Pities Sea-sickness, Toothache, Or A Fit Of The Gout In A Lusty Good-liver Of 50?