Fashion is a potency in art, making it hard to judge between the temporary and the lasting
Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time
Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence
Give me to die unwitting of the day, And stricken in Life's brave heat, with senses clear!
The year of jubilee has come; Gather the gifts of Earth with equal hand; Henceforth ye too may share the birthright soil, The corn, the wine, and all the harvest-home.
O child! dear child! Above the clouds I lift my wing To hear the bells of Heaven ring; Some of their music, though my flights be wild, To Earth I bring; Then let me soar and sing!
Hopeless of all he dared to hope so long, The music born within him dies away; Even the song he loved becomes a pain, Full-freighted with a yearning all in vain.
I loved: and in the morning sky, A magic castle upward grew!