Oh ye! Who have your eye-balls vexed and tired, Feast them upon the wideness of the sea - John Keats

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

The poetry of earth is never dead.

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.