The Fancy Is Indeed No

Works Of Imagination Should Be Written In Very Plain Language; The More Purely Imaginative They Are The More Necessary It Is To Be Plain.

And Looking To The Heaven, That Bends Above You, How Oft! I Bless The Lot, That Made Me Love You.

The Artist Must Imitate That Which Is Within The Thing, That Which Is Active Through Form And Figure, And Discourses To Us By Symbols.

No Voice; But Oh - The Silence Sank Like Music On My Heart.

In Wonder All Philosophy Began, In Wonder It Ends, And Admiration Fill Up The Interspace; But The First Wonder Is The Offspring Of Ignorance, The Last Is The Parent Of Adoration.