Venice, it's temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven.
January grey is here Like a sexton by her grave February bears the bier March with grief doth howl and rave And April weeps - but O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
Hail to thee blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert That from Heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair so an unsuccessful author turns critic.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
There is eloquence in the tonguelesswind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of thereeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to somethingwithin the soul, awaken the spi...
History is: Fables agreed upon - Voltaire The biography of a few stout and earnest persons - Ralph Waldo Emerson A vast Mississippi of falsehood - Matthew Arnold A confused heap of facts - Lord Cheste...
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.
The soul's joy lies in doing.