Aesthetic Blasphemy

What man has made of man!

I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring...

Breathes there a man with soul so dead

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, 'This is my own, my native land!' Whose...

Rediscovery

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the...

The hermitage

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere. James Russell...