Every fanatic or enemy of virtue is not at liberty to misrepresent the greatest geniuses and most heroic defenders of all that is valuable in this mortal world.

I have drunken deep of joy.

Of Planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness.

Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet

Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.