A savage place! As holy and enchanted/As e'er beneath the waning moon was haunted/By woman wailing for her Demon Lover!

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.

To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illuminate only the track it has passed.

This is the course of every evil deed, that, propagating still it brings forth evil.

The spirit of poetry, like all other living powers, must of necessity circumscribe itself by rules, were it only to unite power with beauty.

There is one art of which people should be masters - the art of reflection.

Poetry, even that of the loftiest, and seemingly, that of the wildest odes, [has] a logic of its own as severe as that of science; and more difficult, because more subtle, more complex, and dependent on more and more fugitive causes. In the truly great poets... there is a reason assignable, not only for every word, but for the position of every word.