I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.

You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

... 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!