Date: September 10, 1802
"A Poet's Heart & Intellect should be combined, intimately combined & unified, with the great appearances in Nature -- & not merely held in solution & loose mixture with them, in the shape of formal Similies."
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Date: 1804
"Los took his globe of fire to search the interiors of Albions / Bosom, in all the terrors of friendship, entering the caves / Of despair & death, to search the tempters out"
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Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893
"perhaps this is the night / Of Prophecy & Luvah hath burst his way from Enitharmon / When Thought is closd in Caves. Then love shall shew its root in deepest Hell"
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Date: 1811
"The senses are the only inlets of knowledge, and there is an inward sense that had persuaded me of this."
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Date: 1817
"The wise Stagyrite speaks of no successive particles propagating motion like billiard balls (as Hobbs;) nor of nervous or animal spirits, where inanimate and irrational solids are thawed down, and distilled, or filtrated by ascension, into living and intelligent fluids, that etch and re-etch eng...
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Date: 1817, 1818
"But the dark fiend who with his iron pen / Dipped in scorn's fiery poison, makes his fame / Enduring there, would o'er the heads of men / Pass harmless, if they scorned to make their hearts his den."
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Date: 1820
"How will thy soul, cloven to its depth with terror, / Gape like a hell within!"
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Date: 1820
"Yet am I king over myself, and rule / The torturing and conflicting throngs within, / As Jove rules you when Hell grows mutinous."
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Date: 1820
"On a poet's lips I slept / Dreaming like a love-adept / In the sound his breathing kept; / Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, / But feeds on the aƫreal kisses / Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses."
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Date: 1821
"Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow / Back to the burning fountain whence it came."
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