There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!
Two human loves make one divine.
Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?
Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.