"The Mind has Nerves of it's own – that the Eye does not know –"

"I taste a liquor never brewed — From Tankards scooped in Pearl — Not all the Vats upon the Rhine Yield such an Alcohol!"

"The only Ghost I ever saw Was an old fashioned one – Dressed in the air – of a long time Ago – and of a love –"

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before?"

"Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate"