‘heart fit to break’
‘she shut the cold out and the storm’
‘let the damp hair fall’
‘she put my arm about her waist’
‘her yellow hair’
‘too weak… to set its struggling passion free’
‘from pride and vainer ties dissever, // And give herself to me forever’
‘Porphyria worshipped me’
‘she was mine, mine, fair, // Perfectly pure and good’
‘I am quite sure she felt no pain’
‘smiling rosy little head’
‘Her darling one wish sould be heard’
‘yet God has not said a word’