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Beauty is truth truth beauty.
The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mindabout nothing -- to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
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 am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
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 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.
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.
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.
The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.
Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!
If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
There is nothing stable in the world uproar's your only music.
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings Conquer all mysteries by rule and line Empty the haunted air the gnomed mine -Unweave a rainbow.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
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.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness.
Touch has a memory.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty, —that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk
Do not all charms fly / At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
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.
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.
Scenery is fine -but human nature is finer
Oh for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts.
There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
A drainless shower of light is poesy 'tis the supreme of power 'tis might half slumb'ring on its own right arm.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty, ' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Ever let the Fancy roam Pleasure never is at home.
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.
Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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.
Here lies one whose name was writ on water.
O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, Would all their colours from the sunset take.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
I have clung To nothing, lov’d a nothing, nothing seen Or felt but a great dream!
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.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?---"On death
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.