Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality.
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
I love all waste and solitary places.
What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves.
Our Adonais has drunk poisonoh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life’s early cup with such a draught of woe?
In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O’er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
The discussion of any subject is a right that you have brought into the world with your heart and tongue. Resign your heart’s blood before you part with this inestimable privilege of man.
You ought to love all mankind; nay, every individual of mankind. You ought not to love the individuals of your domestic circles less, but to love those who exist beyond it more.
I love Love – though he has wings, And like light can flee.
Love! dearest, sweetest power! how much are we indebted to thee! How much superior are even thy miseries to the pleasures which arise from other sources!
Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother’s hate, Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love: He bears a load which nothing can remove, A killing, withering weight.
You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more. Yet in its depth what treasures!
Gold is a living god and rules in scorn, All earthly things but virtue.
The encomium of one incapable of flattery is indeed flattering.
The great community of mankind had been subdivided into ten thousand communities, each organized for the ruin of the other.
Where is perfection? Where I cannot reach.
Persevere even though Hell and destruction should yawn beneath your feet.
Ere Babylon was dust, The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, Met his own image walking in the garden, That apparition, sole of men, he saw.
Man is of soul and body, formed for deeds Of high resolve; on fancy’s boldest wing.
The babe is at peace within the womb, the corpse is at rest within the tomb. We begin in what we end.