Blessed the geniuses who know / that egomania is not a duty.
I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it
The mind is an enchanting thing is an enchanted thing, like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion.
Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.
In a poem the words should be as pleasing to the ear as the meaning is to the mind.
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.