--that I had such friends. |
A drainless shower / Of light is poesy; 'tis the supreme power; / 'Tis might half slumbering on his own right arm. |
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world |
A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory - and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life - a life like the scriptures- figurative |
A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity - he is continually informing and filling some other body. |
A proverb is no proverb to you until life has illustrated it |
A solitary sorrow best befits / Thy lips, and antheming a lonely grief. |
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing... |
A thing of beauty is a joy forever. |
A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness |
All breathing human passion far above, / That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,/ A burning forehead and a parching tongue. |
An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people- it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the Burden of the Mystery |
And sure in language strange she said, / I love thee true. |
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes / With kisses four. |
Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good? |