I stood tip-toe upon a little hill. |
I think I shall be among the English poets after my death. |
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters. |
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom /one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise. |
I wish I could say Tom was any better. His identity presses upon me so all day that I am obliged to go out. |
I wish to beleave in immortality-I wish to live with you forever. |
I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity. |
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest. |
If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all |
In a drear-nighted December, / Too happy, happy tree, / Thy branches ne'er remember / Their green felicity. |
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. |
It is a flaw / In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - / It forces us in summer skies to mourn, / It spoils the singing of the nightingale. |
It is true that in the height of enthusiasm I have been cheated into some fine passages; but that is not the thing. |
It keeps eternal whispering around / Desolate shores. |
It's very difficult to convince anyone of reckless driving when the bus wasn't moving. |