"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!"
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination."
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination."
"The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate."
"If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all."
"Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not"