Many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death.

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

I find I cannot exist without Poetry