O aching time! O moments big as years!

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.

A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.

I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.