Re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

I and this mystery, here we stand.

The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them

How beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed!

This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.

Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all.