Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

There is an old saying "well begun is half done"-'tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all 'til half done.

No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures Than I began to think of rhymes and measures: The air that floated by me seem'd to say 'Write! thou wilt never have a better day.

I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.