Here lies one whose name was writ in water. |
I always made an awkward bow. |
I am certain of nothing but the Holiness of the Heart's affections and the Truth of the Imagination |
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination. |
I am fit for nothing but literature. |
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. |
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, / Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs. |
I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me |
I do think better of womankind than to suppose they care whether Mister John Keats five feet high likes them or not. |
I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman -- they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence. |
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion --I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more --I could be martyred for my religion --Love is my religion --I could die for that. |
I have never yet been able to perceive how anything can be known for truth by consecutive reasoning - and yet it must be. |
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. |
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. |
I see a lilly on thy brow, / With anguish moist and fever dew; / And on thy cheek a fading rose / Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads / Full beautiful, a faery's child; / Her hair was long, her foot was light, / And her eyes were wild. |