What Is More Gentle Than A Wind

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.

Every Fresh Experience Points Out Some Form Of Error Which We Shall Afterwards Carefully Avoid.

O For Ten Years, That I May Overwhelm / Myself In Poesy; So I May Do The Deed / That My Own Soul Has To Itself Decreed.

There Is An Electric Fire In Human Nature Tending To Purify - So That Among These Human Creatures There Is Continually Some Birth Of New Heroism. The Pity Is That We Must Wonder At It, As We Should At Finding A Pearl In Rubbish.

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart's Affections, And The Truth Of Imagination.