Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.