poetry
“My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.”
“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.”
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines.”
“Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art.”
“Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?”
“The poetry of earth is never dead.”
“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.”
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever.”
“Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine.”
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
“The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.”
“Yes I said yes I will Yes.”
“Love loves to love love.”
“Between my finger and my thumb / The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.”
“Walk on air against your better judgement.”
“If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.”
“Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.”
“The paths of glory lead but to the grave.”
“Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray.”