The Moving Moon Went Up The Sky,

The Author Of Biographia Literaria Was Already A Ruined Man. Sometimes, However, To Be A "ruined Man" Is Itself A Vocation.

Poetry Is Certainly Something More Than Good Sense, But It Must Be Good Sense, At All Events, Just As A Palace Is More Than A House, But It Must Be A House, At Least.

The Myriad-minded Man, Our, And All Men's, Shakespeare, Has In This Piece Presented Us With A Legitimate Farce In Exactest Consonance With The Philosophical Principles And Character Of Farce, As Distinguished From Comedy And From Entertainments. A Proper Farce Is Mainly Distinguished From Comedy By The Licence Allowed, And Even Required, In The Fable, In Order To Produce Strange And Laughable Situations. The Story Need Not Be Probable, It Is Enough That It Is Possible.

So Lonely 'twas That God Himself Scarce Seemed There To Be.

The Sense Of Beauty Is Intuitive, And Beauty Itself Is All That Inspires Pleasure Without, And Aloof From, And Even Contrarily To Interest.