Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

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.