Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity...

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not

When shall we pass a day alone? I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love - but if you should deny me the thousand and first - 'twould put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.

I do think better of womankind than to suppose they care whether Mister John Keats five feet high likes them or not.

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.