...nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness.

And what if excess of love<br>Bewildered them till they died?

Surely some revelation is at hand.

A lonely impulse of delight.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

...I'm looking for the face I had$$$ before the world was made...

A time will come when men will stretch out their eyes. They should see planets like our Earth.

Ere we had reach'd the wish'd-for place$$$ night fell: <br>We were too late at least by one dark hour$$$

Is then no nook of English ground secure<br>From rash assault?

I travelled among unknown men in lands beyond the sea . . .