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Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
God is an hypothesis, and, as such, stands in need of proof: the onus probandi rests on the theist.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory.
O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
When soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
There was a Being whom my spirit oftMet on its visioned wanderings far aloft.A seraph of Heaven, too gentle to be human, Veiling beneath that radiant form of woman....
Joy, joy, joy!Past ages crowd on thee, but each one remembers, And the future is dark, and the present is spread, Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumberless head.
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes and then our fears - and when These are dead the debt is due Dust claims dust - and we die too.
It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed from all eternity than to conceive a Being beyond its limits capable of creating it.
If winter comes can spring be far behind?
In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.
No more let life divide what death can join together.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden Whom mortals call the moon.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Hail to thee blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert That from Heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Man who man would be must rule the empire of himself.
I consider poetry very subordinate to moral and political science.
Fear not for the future weep not for the past.
Confound the subtlety of lawyers with the subtlety of the law.
As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair so an unsuccessful author turns critic.
Reason respects the differences and imagination the similitudes of things.
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil.
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.
I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feetHas led me- who knows how?To thy chamber-window, Sweet!
If Winter comes can Spring be far behind?
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
War is a kind of superstition, the pageantry of arms and badges corrupts the imagination of men.
Jealousy's eyes are green.
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
A God made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
I have drunken deep of joy And I will taste no other wine tonight.
Every fanatic or enemy of virtue is not at liberty to misrepresent the greatest geniuses and most heroic defenders of all that is valuable in this mortal world.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.