Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This

Poetry Should Be Great And Unobtrusive, A Thing Which Enters Into One's Soul, And Does Not Startle It Or Amaze It With Itself, But With Its Subject.

We Read Fine Things But Never Feel Them To The Full Until We Have Gone The Same Steps As The Author.

I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And Exist.

He Ne'er Is Crowned With Immortality Who Fears To Follow Where Airy Voices Lead.

A Moment's Thought Is Passion's Passing Knell.