Thou, Silent Form, Dost Tease Us Out

To Bear All Naked Truths, And To Envisage Circumstance, All Calm, That Is The Top Of Sovereignty

Whatever The Imagination Seizes As Beauty Must Be Truth -whether It Existed Before Or Not

I Would Jump Down Etna For Any Public Good - But I Hate A Mawkish Popularity.

Let Us Away, My Love, With Happy Speed; There Are No Ears To Hear, Or Eyes To See, - Drown'd All In Rhenish And The Sleepy Mead. Awake! Arise! My Love And Fearless Be, For O'er The Southern Moors I Have A Home For Thee.

The Genius Of Shakespeare Was An Innate University.