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

You are always new to me.

We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

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

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

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!