I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

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

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand in its breeches pocket. Poetry should be great & unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself but with its subject. - How beautiful are the retired flowers! how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway crying out, "admire me I am a violet! dote upon me I am a primrose!"