Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.