I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

... the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.

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

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.