The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.
You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?