Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart!

His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain.

There is no instinct like that of the heart. -Lord Byron.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.