A perfect woman, nobly planned,To warn, to comfort, and command;And yet a Spirit still, and brightWith something of angelic light.
There is a comfort in the strength of love;'T will make a thing endurable, which elseWould overset the brain, or break the heart. . . .
There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'T will make a thing endurable, which else Would overset the brain, or break the heart. . . .
Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.