Sublime

Here is a man tallied – he realizes here what he has in him, The past, the future, majesty, love – if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.

wont

ennui

some daring rebel;

"I opened my eyes and found all about me luminous and glowing. It was the element of heaven that flowed around. Nothing but a fiery stream

His mind had never yet been filled with an absorbing passion; but it lay like a still twilight open to any wind, whether the low breath that wafts but odours, or the storm that bows the great trees till they strain and creak.

Can Volume, Pillar, Pile, preserve thee great? Or must thou trust Tradition’s simple tongue, When Flattery sleeps with thee and History does thee wrong?

He made no scruple to charge me with being in love;