One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
Can man be free if woman be a slave?
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!