A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy

One Of The Most Mysterious Of Semi-speculations Is, One Would Suppose, That Of One Mind's Imagining Into Another

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart's Affections, And The Truth Of Imagination.

I See A Lily On Thy Brow, With Anguish Moist And Fever Dew; And On Thy Cheek A Fading Rose Fast Withereth Too.

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter; Therefore, Ye Soft Pipes, Play On; Not To The Sensual Ear, But, More Endear'd, Pipe To The Spirit Ditties Of No Tone.