The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
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I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHas led me- who knows how?To thy chamber-window, Sweet!
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See! the mountains kiss high heaven And the waves clasp one another No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother And the sunlight...
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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I consider poetry very subordinate to moral and political science.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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The fountains mingle with the river,And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever,With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is singl...
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I can give not what men call love;But wilt thou accept notThe worship the heart lifts aboveAnd the heavens reject not:The desire of the moth for the s...
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Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
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See the mountains kiss high HeavenAnd the waves clasp one another;No sister-flower would be forgivenIf it disdained its brother;And the sunlight clasp...
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Yes! all is past—swift time has fled away,Yet its swell pauses on my sickening mind;How long will horror nerve this frame of clay?I'm dead, and linger...
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Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
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Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted
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I have drunken deep of joy,And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of...
