It Should Here Be Added

For While The Subjects Of Poetry Are Few And Recurrent, The Moods Of Man Are Infinitely Various And Unstable. It Is The Same In All Arts.

When You Defile The Pleasant Streams, And The Wild Bird's Abiding Place, You Massacre A Million Dreams, And Cast Your Spittle In God's Face

It Is Commonly Asserted And Accepted That Paradise Lost Is Among The Two Or Three Greatest English Poems; It May Justly Be Taken As The Type Of Supreme Poetic Achievement In Our Literature.

The Poet's Perfect Expression Is The Token Of A Perfect Experience; What He Says In The Best Possible Way He Has Felt In The Best Possible Way, That Is, Completely.

There Can Be No Proof That Blake's Lyric Is Composed Of The Best Words In The Best Order; Only A Conviction, Accepted By Our Knowledge And Judgment, That It Is So.