Can man be free if woman be a slave?

In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

What! alive, and so bold, O earth?

Lie bills and calculations much perplexed, With steam-boats, frigates, and machinery quaint Traced over them in blue and yellow paint.

For love and beauty and delight, there is no death nor change.