My Heart Aches, And A Drowsy Numbness

... The Open Sky Sits Upon Our Senses Like A Sapphire Crown - The Air Is Our Robe Of State - The Earth Is Our Throne, And The Sea A Mighty Minstrel Playing Before It.

I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty In All Things.

I Do Think Better Of Womankind Than To Suppose They Care Whether Mister John Keats Five Feet High Likes Them Or Not.

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.

Whatever The Imagination Seizes As Beauty Must Be Truth -whether It Existed Before Or Not