Escape me?
Never--
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you.

R. Browning, Life in a Love [1855], st.1

I give the fight up: let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
I want to be forgotten even by God.

R. Browning, Paracelsus [1835], pt. V

Just when we are safest, there's a sunset touch,
A fancy from a flower bell, someone's death,
A chorus ending from Euripides.

R. Browning, Bishop Blougram's Apology [1855], l. 183

Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things.
The honest thief, the tender murderer,
The supersititous atheist, demirep
That loves and saves her soul in new French books.

R. Browning, Ib., l. 396

How sad and bad and mad it was--
But then, how it was sweet!

R. Browning, Confessions [1864], st. 9

No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old,
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears
Of pain, darkness, and cold.

R. Browning, Prospice [1864], l. 17

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

R. Browning, A Toccata of Galuppi's [1855], st. 14

Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade:
Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

A. Pope, Pastorals [1704], Summer, l.73

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hoürs we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay.

G. M. Hopkins, I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark, Not Day [1885], l.1

In Christian art, a symbol of charity; also an emblem of Jesus Christ, by 'whose blood we are healed.' St. Jerome gives the story of the pelican restoring its young ones destroyed by serpents, and his own salvation by the blood of Christ. The popular fallacy that pelicans feed their young with their blood arose from the fact that the parent bird transfers macerated food from the large bag under its bill to its young. The correct term for the heraldic representation of the bird in this act is a pelican in its piety, 'piety' having the classical meaning of filial devotion.

The medieval bestiary tells us that the pelican is very fond of its brood, but, when they grow, they often rebel against the male bird and provoke his anger, so that he kills them; the mother returns to the nest in three days, sits on the dead birds, pours her blood over them, revives them, and they feed on her blood.

Brewer's Concise Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, Oxford: Helicon, 1992.