That Orbed Maiden, With White

I Consider Poetry Very Subordinate To Moral And Political Science.

O Heart, And Mind, And Thoughts! What Thing Do You Hope To Inherit In The Grave Below?

Thy Words Are Like A Cloud Of Winged Snakes.

Yes, Marriage Is Hateful, Detestable. A Kind Of Ineffable, Sickening Disgust Seizes My Mind When I Think Of This Most Despotic, Most Unrequited Fetter Which Prejudice Has Forged To Confine Its Energies.

Soul Meets Soul On Lovers' Lips.