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Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
John Keats
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it
The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget...
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.
I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.
I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.
To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.
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.
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; It will never Pass into nothingness.
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad…
You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...
You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.
My chest of books divide amongst my friends--
Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.
We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
I have so much of you in my heart.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
The excellence of every Art is its intensity.
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one!
Here lies one whose name was writ on water.
I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.
Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a tree's summit
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
I want a brighter word than bright
I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.
Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.
Touch has a memory.