How sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things that are not.

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

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses

Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

O aching time! O moments big as years!