To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.