When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they
A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.
To silence gossip, don't repeat it.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.