Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
Think of my Pleasure in Solitude, in comparison of my commerce with the world - there I am a child - there they do not know me not even my most intimate acquaintance - I give into their feelings as th...
With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrsfor their religion--I have shuddered at it,I shudder no more.I could be martyred for my religion.Love is my religionand I could die for that.I could di...
There is nothing stable in the world uproar's your only music.
Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.
There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at...
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
I wish to believe in immortality - I wish to live with you forever.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
Touch has a memory.