You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
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.
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that.
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?