Oh What Can Ail Thee, Knight-at-arms, Alone

Poetry Should Be Great And Unobtrusive, A Thing Which Enters Into One's Soul, And Does Not Startle It Or Amaze It With Itself, But With Its Subject.

Sweet Are The Pleasures That To Verse Belong, And Doubly Sweet A Brotherhood In Song.

A Long Poem Is A Test Of Invention Which I Take To Be The Polar Star Of Poetry, As Fancy Is The Sails, And Imagination The Rudder.

You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

Death Is Life's High Meed.