"My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it."
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"I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures."
"The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility."
"How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they"
"Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow."
"was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?"
"To stay youthful, stay useful."
"Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us."
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"
"There is a budding morrow in midnight."
"Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!"
"When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
"The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks."
"I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top."
"Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego"
"I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet."
"Death is Life's high meed."
"She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore."
"O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,-- Nature's observatory--whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell."
"On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence."