I never can feel certain of an...

I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.

I don't need the stars in the ...

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever

Souls of poets dead and gone, ...

Souls of poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Have ye tippled drink more fine
Than mine host's Canary wine?

Give me women, wine and snuff<...

Give me women, wine and snuff
Until I cry out 'hold, enough!'
You may do so san objection
Till the day of resurrection;
For bless my beard then aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.

Knowledge enormous makes a God...

Knowledge enormous makes a God of me.
Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions,
Majesties, sovran voices, agonies,
Creations and destroyings, all at once
Pour into the wide hollows of my brain,
And deify me, as if some blithe wine
Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk,
And so become immortal.

How I like claret!...It fills ...

How I like claret!...It fills one's mouth with a gushing freshness, then goes down to cool and feverless; then, you do not feel it quarrelling with one's liver. No; 'tis rather a peace-maker, and lies as quiet as it did in the grape. Then it is as fragrant as the Queen Bee, and the more ethereal part mounts into the brain, not assaulting the cerebral apartments, like a bully looking for his trull, and hurrying from door to door, bouncing against the wainscott, but rather walks like Aladdin about his enchanted palace, s

Death is Life's high meed....

Death is Life's high meed.

I came to feel how far above

I came to feel how far above
All fancy, pride, and fickle maidenhood,
All earthly pleasure, all imagined good,
Was the warm tremble of a devout kiss.

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Sweet are the pleasures that t...

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.

The genius of Shakespeare was ...

The genius of Shakespeare was an innate university.

A moment's thought is passion'...

A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.

O for the gentleness of old Ro...

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!

We must repeat the often repea...

We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration.

So rainbow-sided, touch'd with...

So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.

Already with thee! tender is t...

Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . .

Pensive they sit, and roll the...

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear...

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more - O, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

On a lone winter evening, when...

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

We read fine things but never ...

We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.

Talking of Pleasure, this mome...

Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine - how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beatified Strawberry.