There are some feelings time cannot benumb,

Nor torture shake.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 19.

Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 23.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew,

The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,—too many, yet how few!

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 24.

Parting day

Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues