There Is No Beauty Without Some Strangeness

That Pleasure Which Is At Once The Most Pure, The Most Elevating And The Most Intense, Is Derived, I Maintain, From The Contemplation Of The Beautiful.

If A Poem Hasn't Ripped Apart Your Soul; You Haven't Experienced Poetry.

Ah, Broken Is The Golden Bowl! The Spirit Flown Forever! Let The Bell Toll!-a Saintly Soul Floats On The Stygian River; And, Guy De Vere, Hast Thou No Tear?-weep Now Or Nevermore!

We Loved With A Love That Was More Than Love.

...for Her Whom In Life Thou Dids't Abhor, In Death Thou Shalt Adore