A Hope Beyond The Shadow

Souls Of Poets Dead And Gone, What Elysium Have Ye Known, Happy Field Or Mossy Cavern, Choicer Than The Mermaid Tavern? Have Ye Tippled Drink More Fine Than Mine Host's Canary Wine?

A Poet Is The Most Unpoetical Of Anything In Existence; Because He Has No Identity He Is Continually Informing And Filling Some Other Body.

How Does The Poet Speak To Men With Power, But By Being Still More A Man Than They

I Have Nothing To Speak Of But My Self-and What Can I Say But What I Feel.

I Would Jump Down Etna For Any Public Good - But I Hate A Mawkish Popularity.