He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

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.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.

That queen of secrecy, the violet.