“but quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.”

“I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.”

“In quiet we had learn'd to dwell-Myvery chains and I grew friends,So much a long communion tends-To make us what we are:-even IRegain'd my freedom with a sigh.”

“Alas! They were so young, so beautiful, so lonely, loving, helpless, and the hour was that in which the heart is always full, annd, having o'er itself no further power, prompts deeds eternity can not annul.”

“Тот, кто не любит свою страну, ничего любить не может.”

“Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue - the sky”

“Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain”