... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Death is Life's high meed.
You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.