Stanza 113.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
Canto iv. St. 1.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs.
Stanza 24.
The cold—the changed—perchance the dead anew,
The mourned—the loved—the lost—too many! yet how few!
Stanza 49.
Fills
The air around with beauty.
Stanza 69.
The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss.