| Quotes |
Topic |
| Paradise | Dry your eyes--O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies. |
| Poetry | Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. |
| Poppies | The poppies hung Dew-dabbed on their stalks. |
| Poppies | Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul. |
| Proverbs | A thing of beauty is a joy forever; Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. |
| Rainbows | There was an awful rainbow once in heaven; We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings. |
| Reason | You have ravished me away by a Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I endeavored often "to reason against the reasons of my Love." |
| Songs | He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci." |
| Sorrow | O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May? |
| Sorrow | To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And though to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind. |
| Sorrow | How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self. |
| Tomorrow | There is a budding morrow in midnight. |
| Violets | And shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets. |
| Winter | On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence. |
| Zephyrs | And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest The silver clouds. - John Keats, |
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