English Romantic Lyric Poet
English Romantic Lyric Poet
Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.
I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving... I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.
Life is but a day: a fragile dewdrop on its perilious way from a trees summit.
Touch has a memory.
Carpe diem. Seize the day.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
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.
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.
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.
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine- Unweave a rainbow.
The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing - to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
The automobile changed our dress, manners, social customs, vacation habits, the shape of our cities, consumer purchasing patterns, common tastes and positions in intercourse.
There is no a priori knowledge; hence there are no eternal absolutes; no timeless objective goals. Everything, truth included, is relative. Moreover, the present is the only reality we can ever truly know and use.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of imagination – what the imagination seizes as being must be truth – whether it existed before or not.
I can never feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.