Every Fresh Experience Points Out Some Form

You Cannot Conceive How I Ache To Be With You: How I Would Die For One Hour.

Many Have Original Minds Who Do Not Think It - They Are Led Away By Custom!

If Poetry Does Not Come As Naturally As Leaves To A Tree, Then It Better Not Come At All.

I Cannot Exist Without You - I Am Forgetful Of Every Thing But Seeing You Again - My Life Seems To Stop There - I See No Further. You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

I Think I Shall Be Among The English Poets After My Death.