Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

Their woes gone by, and both to heaven upflown, To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne.

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze... My charming rod, my potent river spells.

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.