Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.

Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.

The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog; not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laureled ox.

Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.

Fruits fail and love dies and time ranges;Thou art fed with perpetual breath, and alive after infinite changes,And fresh from the kisses of death,Of langours rekindled and rallied, Of barren delights and unclean,Things monstrous and fruitless, a pallidAnd poisonous queen.

Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.

To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life.