Sweet Are The Pleasures That To Verse

Faded The Flower And All Its Budded Charms,faded The Sight Of Beauty From My Eyes,faded The Shape Of Beauty From My Arms,faded The Voice, Warmth, Whiteness, Paradise!vanishd Unseasonably

Joy, Whose Hand Is Ever At His Lips, Bidding Adieu

I Never Can Feel Certain Of Any Truth, But From A Clear Perception Of Its Beauty.

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.