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The genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man; it cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
I should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them.
There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.
His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps.
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.
Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they
We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!
Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
Health is my expected heaven.
Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
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