"Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die,To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!"
"Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not"
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination."
"Here lies one whose name was writ on water."
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."
"I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else."