Occupation: Poet Birth: August 4, 1792 Death: July 8, 1822
Know ye what it is to be a child? It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in lovelines….
One nightingale in an interfluous wood Satiate the hungry dark with melody..
The soul's joy lies in doing..
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 w….
To hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates..
GOVERNMENT has no rights; it is a delegation from several individuals for the purpose of securing their own. It is therefore just, only so far as it ….
Contemporary criticism only represents the amount of ignorance genius has to contend with. . . . Time will reverse the judgement of the vulgar..
Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joya….
It is found easier, by the short-sighted victims of disease, to palliate their torments by medicine, than to prevent them by regimen.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory..
I have neither curiosity, interest, pain nor pleasure, in anything, good or evil, they can say of me. I feel only a slight disgust, and a sort of won….
Among true and real friends, all is common; and were ignorance and envy and superstition banished from the world, all mankind would be friend..
Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their fainting country cling, till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, - a peop….
Thou demandest what is love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when we find within our ….
In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet.
I know the cause of all human disappointment -- worldly prejudice..
Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone..
We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fon….
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!.
Yes, marriage is hateful, detestable. A kind of ineffable, sickening disgust seizes my mind when I think of this most despotic, most unrequited fette….
Thus suicidal selfishness, that blights The fairest feelings of the opening heart, Is destined to decay, whilst from the soil Shall spring all virtue….