Every moment of the night, forever changing places and they put out the star-light with the breath from their pale faces.
Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.
But in the expression of the countenance, which was beaming all over with smiles, there still lurked (incomprehensible anomaly!) that fitful stain of melancholy which will ever be found inseparable from the perfection of the beautiful.???
Believe nothing you hear, and only one-half that you see.
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
Always write first things uppermost in the heart.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of chicanery, fear, greed, imagination and poetry!
A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.
A mystery, and a dream, should my early life seem.
A man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.
“Infinity.” This, like “God,” “spirit,” and some other expressions of which the equivalents exist in all languages, is by no means the expression of an idea – but of an effort at one. It stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.
