Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal. Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood by all, but which the wise, and great, and good interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.

Heaven's ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.

If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

I consider poetry very subordinate to moral and political science.

Here I swear, and as I break my oath may ... eternity blast me, here I swear that never will I forgive Christianity! It is the only point on which I allow myself to encourage revenge... Oh, how I wish I were the Antichrist, that it were mine to crush the Demon; to hurl him to his native Hell never to rise again - I expect to gratify some of this insatiable feeling in Poetry.

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us.