There is a budding morrow in midnight.
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.