"I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me."

"And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgot the dells where waters run,/ And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no knowledge when the day was done,/ And the new morn she saw not: but in peace/ Hung over her sweet basil evermore,/ And moisten'd it with tears unto the core."

"Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breedsAlong the pebbled shore of memory!Many old rotten-timber'd boats there beUpon thy vaporous bosom, magnifiedTo goodly vessels; many a sail of pride,And golden keel'd, is left unlaunch'd and dry."

"What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth."

"If I am destined to be happy with you here-how short is the longest Life-I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you for ever."

"Philosophy will clip an angel's wings."

"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination."

"Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!"

"Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musA d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die,To cease upon the midnight with no pain,While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!"

"The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts."

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty."

"The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were."

"You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task."

"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 had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving."

"Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death."

"I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence."

"Besides, a long poem is a test of invention, which I take to be the Polar star of Poetry, as Fancy is the sails - and Imagination the rudder."

"The excellence of every art is its intensity capable of making all disagreeables evaporate from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth."

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

"I was never afraid of failure, for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest."

"A proverb is no proverb to you till life has illustrated it."

"The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate."

"Here lies one whose name was writ in water."

"Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works."

"Wherein lies happiness? In that which becksOur ready minds to fellowship divine,A fellowship with essence; till we shine,Full alchemiz'd, and free of space. BeholdThe clear religion of heaven!"

"I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else."

"Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not."

"You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest."

"Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel."

"Touch has a memory."

"I have met with women who I really think would like to be married to a poem and to be given away by a novel."

"O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, Would all their colours from the sunset take."

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And still more, later flowers for the bees,Until they think warm days will never cease,For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells."

"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter."

"To Sorrow I bade good-morrow And thought to leave her far away behind But cheerly cheerly She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me and so kind."

"Ever let the Fancy roam Pleasure never is at home."

"The same that oft-times hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn."

"Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Call'd him soft names in many a musA d rhyme,To take into the air my quiet breath."

"I wish to believe in immortality - I wish to live with you forever."

"Failure is in a sense the highway to success inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true and very fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully avoid."

"Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?"

"There is a budding morrow in midnight."

"Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite."

"There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish."

"If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all."

"Oh for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts."

"Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits."

"The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility."

"Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen."