Pain After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.YOU MAY ALSO LIKE ยปDrab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb — or Dome of Worm — or Porch of Gnome — or some Elf’s Catacomb?If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.A word is dead when it is said. Some say. I say it just, begins to live that day.I like a look of Agony, because I know it’s true — men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe —His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part.Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see — but microscopes are prudent in an emergency