Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

[[477]]Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii.

Maidens withering on the stalk.[477:1]

Personal Talk. Stanza 1.

Sweetest melodies

Are those that are by distance made more sweet.[477:2]

Personal Talk. Stanza 2.

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,