A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.

Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written…

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,

Poetry is the shadow cast by our imaginations.

I realized that it was not by wisdom that poets write their poetry, but by a kind of nature or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets; for these a…

Poetry - No definition of poetry is adequate unless it be poetry itself. The most accurate analysis by the rarest wisdom is yet insufficient, and the poet will…