For Poetry The Idea Is Everything; The

Poetry Interprets In Two Ways: It Interprets By Expressing, With Magical Felicity, The Physiognomy And Movements Of The Outward World; And It Interprets By Expressing, With Inspired Conviction, The Ideas And Laws Of The Inward World Of Man's Moral And Spiritual Nature. In Other Words, Poetry Is Interpretative Both By Having Natural Magic In It, And By Having Moral Profundity.

The Heart Less Bounding At Emotion New, The Hope, Once Crushed, Less Quick To Spring Again.

The Bloom Is Gone, And With The Bloom Go I.

Be Neither Saint Nor Sophist-led, But Be A Man.

And Long We Try In Vain To Speak And Act Our Hidden Self, And What We Say And Do Is Eloquent, Is Well -- But 'tis Not True!