It were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its color and odor$$$ as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet.
He is a presence to be felt and known<br>In darkness and in light$$$ from herb and stone$$$<br>Spreading itself where'er that Power may move<br>Which has withdrawn his being to its own;.
Poets$$$ the best of them$$$ are a very chameleonic race; they take the colour not only of what they feed on$$$ but of the very leaves under which they pass.
A God made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
Poets and philosophers are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
No more let life divide what death can join together.
The more we study$$$ the more we discover our ignorance.
A man of great common sense and good taste$$$ meaning thereby a man without originality or moral courage.
The only people who stay the same are minuscule talents who earn their livings writing about other people who are busy living real lives.