“How sad is it when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things which are not.”

“Dancing music, music sad,Both together, sane and mad…”

“Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.”

“When it is moving on luxurious wings,The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.”

“The imagination may be compared to adams dream. He awoke and found it truth.”

“I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.”

“The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.”