“O aching time! O moments big as years!”

“O let me lead her gently o'er the brook,Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look;O let me for one moment touch her wrist;Let me one moment to her breathing list;And as she leaves me, may she often turnHer fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.”

“O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!”

“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.”

“O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake,Would all their colours from the sunset take:From something of material sublime,Rather than shadow our own soul's day-timeIn the dark void of night. For in the worldWe jostle, - but my flag is not unfurl'd...”

“No estoy seguro de nada excepto de la santidad del afecto del Corazón y la verdad de la Imaginación. Aquello que la imaginación capta como Belleza ha de ser verdad, haya existido antes o no.”

“You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...”