Occupation: Poet Birth: August 4, 1792 Death: July 8, 1822
The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven..
God is represented as infinite, eternal, incomprehensible; he is contained under every predicate in non that the logic of ignorance could fabricate..
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things..
Till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity!.
Be your strong and simple words Keen to wound as sharpened swords, And wide as targes let them be, With their shade to cover ye..
God is a hypothesis, and, as such, stands in need of proof; the onus probandi rests on the theist..
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One hope too like dispair For prudence….
Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than reason..
We live and move and think; but we are not the creators of our own origin and existence. We are not the arbiters of every motion of our own complicat….
The allegory of Adam and Eve eating of the tree of evil, and entailing upon their posterity the wrath of God and the loss of everlasting life, admits….
So is Hope Changed for Despair-one laid upon the shelf, We take the other. Under heaven's high cope Fortune is god-all you endure and do Depends on c….
For there are deeds which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue..
I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Sweet!.
A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift..
Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude..
When you can discover where the fresh colors of the faded flower abide, or the music of the broken lyre, seek life among the dead. Such are the anxio….
Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of o….
All things are sold: the very light of heaven is venal; earth's unsparing gifts of love, the smallest and most despicable things that lurk in the aby….
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us..
Nought may endure but Mutability..
I consider poetry very subordinate to moral and political science..