Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

Me - who am as a nerve o'er which do creep The else unfelt oppressions of this earth, And was to thee the flame upon thy hearth, When all beside was cold: - th…

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, an…

It is our will That thus enchains us to permitted ill. We might be otherwise, we might be all We dream of happy, high, majestical. Where is the love, beauty an…

A magical portal opened inside my mind and conducted me into an astonishing world. ... Before this moment I had divined but had never known with such positiven…

The lesson is that dying men must groan; And poets groan in rhymes that please the ear.

The music teacher came twice a week to bridge the awful gap between Dorothy and Chopin.