`If I should die', said I to myself, `I have left no immortal work behind me - nothing to make my friends proud of my memory - but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.' |
--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; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness |
A thing of beauty is a joy forever. |
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. |