“I would not wish any companion in the world but you: / Nor can imagination form a shape besides yourself to like of.”
“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
“At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly / To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye.”
“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, / That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
“Away! away! for I will fly to thee, / Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, / But on the viewless wings of Poesy: / Already with thee! tender is the night,”