Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
The air is all softness.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.