When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but the continual drinking of knowledge. I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.