Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
Time, that aged nurse, Rocked me to patience.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death.
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried- La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come; These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings in a distant mart? Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb.
And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm.
The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.
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.
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
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.
I begin to get a little acquainted with my own strength and weakness. 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.
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
I have nothing to speak of but my self-and what can I say but what I feel
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toil me back from thee to my sole self!
The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.
To his sight The husk of natural objects opens quite To the core; and every secret essence there Reveals the elements of good and fair; Making him see, where Learning hath no light.
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies.
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 love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
Tis the pest Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan.
And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!