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

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.

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.

I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.