Lord of
Lord of
beautiful stars moon
The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.
soul insane delight
That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane
character people liberty
I cannot conceive why people will always mix up my own character and opinions with those of the imaginary beings which, as a poet, I have the right and liberty to draw.
dream writing play
But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the stream To swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.
mistake mind scratches
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
long doubt quiet
I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.
adolescence
So much alarmed that she is quite alarming
confidence believe ice
As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an epitaph Or any other thing that’s false Before you trust in critics.
dream i-had-a-dream
I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.
writing solitude letters
Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.
life years fire
Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
loss devil sticks
A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
mean love-is people
When people say, "I've told you fifty times," / They mean to scold, and very often do; / When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," / They make you dread that they 'II recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; / At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, / But then, no doubt, it equally as true is, / A good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.
stars disappointment discovery
The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.