They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.

Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze... My charming rod, my potent river spells.

You are always new to me.