this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless, away from books, away from art, the day erased, the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Ah! soul of mine! Ah! soul of mine! Thy sluggish senses are but bars That stand between thee and the stars, And… — J. G. Holland Copy Share Image
What, my soul, was thy errand here? Was it mirth or ease, Or heaping up dust from year to year? "Nay, none… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Oh Agnes, Oh my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed; so may I, when… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
