Occupation: Poet Birth: August 4, 1792 Death: July 8, 1822
There is no sport in hate where all the rage Is on one side..
Peace is in the grave. The grave hides all things beautiful and good. I am a God and cannot find it there, Nor would I seek it; for, though dread rev….
A story of particular facts is a mirror which obscures and distorts that which should be beautiful; poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that whi….
O cease! must hate and death return, Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of th….
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it..
I am convinced that there can be no regeneration of mankind until laughter is put down..
It is true that the reluctance to abstain from animal food, in those who have been long accustomed to its stimulus, is so great in some persons of we….
Near that a dusty paint-box, some odd hooks, A half-burnt match, an ivory block, three books, Where conic sections, spherics, logarithms, To great La….
A system could not well have been devised more studiously hostile to human happiness than marriage..
Religion! but for thee, prolific fiend, Who peoplest earth with demons, hell with men, And heaven with slaves!.
When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him..
Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin of man..
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!.
The Galilean is not a favorite of mine. So far from owing him any thanks for his favor, I cannot avoid confessing that I owe a secret grudge to his c….
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..
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought..
Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams..
Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips..
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds..
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past..