There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone.

All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.

For love and beauty and delight, there is no death nor change.

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - he hath awakened from the dream of life - 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.

... Virtue owns a more eternal foe Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, legal Crime, And bloody Faith the foulest birth of Time.

Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!