Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken.
Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.
I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
He ne’er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance...
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.
Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.
On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
I want a brighter word than bright.
O aching time! O moments big as years!
Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth.