Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
See! the mountains kiss high heaven And the waves clasp one another No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea:...
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep, and it is lifted.
I can give not what men call love;But wilt thou accept notThe worship the heart lifts aboveAnd the heavens reject not:The desire of the moth for the star,Of the night for the morrow,The devotion to so...
Government is an evil it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHas led me- who knows how?To thy chamber-window, Sweet!
Man who man would be must rule the empire of himself.
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
What is life? Thoughts and feelings arise, with or without our will, and we employ words to express them. We are born, and our birth is unremembered and our infancy remembered but in fragments. We liv...
I have drunken deep of joy,And I will taste no other wine tonight.
Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed from all eternity than to conceive a Being beyond its limits capable of creating it.
He wanders, like a day-appearing dream,Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.
O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life