"...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits."
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"For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses."
"Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken."
"Their woes gone by, and both to heaven upflown, To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne."
"No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures Than I began to think of rhymes and measures: The air that floated by me seem'd to say 'Write! thou wilt never have a better day."
"Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul."
"There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings."
"He who saddens at thought of idleness cannot be idle, / And he's awake who thinks himself asleep."
"A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility."
"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."
"There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object."
"Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new?"
"But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy?"
"I scarcely remember counting upon happiness—I look not for it if it be not in the present hour—nothing startles me beyond the moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel."
"O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy."
"Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time."
"O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!"
"To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death."
"Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn."
"His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps."