To flee from memory
Had we the Wings
Many would fly
Inured to slower things
Birds with surprise
Would scan the cowering Van
Of men escaping
From the mind of man
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To forgive Enemies H . does pretend
Who never in his Life forgave a friend -
To F——
I mock thee not tho I by thee am Mocked
Thou callst me Madman but I call thee Blockhead -
To F——
You call me Mad tis Folly to do so
To seek to turn a Madman to a Foe
If you think as you speak you are an Ass
If you do not you are but what you was -
No Eastern tale, no annals of the past,
Of Greece or Rome, deeds such as thine relate,
Deeds kings and emperors might emulate,
That o'er thy native land new luster cast;
The land that opens all her wide domain
To the oppressed of every name and...To God
If you have formd a Circle to go into
Go into it yourself & see how you would do
To H
You think Fuseli is not a Great Painter Im Glad
This is one of the best compliments he ever hadTo hang our head — ostensibly —
And subsequent, to find
That such was not the posture
Of our immortal mind —
Affords the sly presumption
That in so dense a fuzz —
You — too — take Cobweb attitudes
Upon a plane of Gauze!To hear an Oriole sing
May be a common thing —
Or only a divine.
It is not of the Bird
Who sings the same, unheard,
As unto Crowd —
The Fashion of the Ear
Attireth that it hear
In Dun, or fair —
So whether it be Rune,
Or whether it be none...To help our Bleaker Parts
Salubrious Hours are given
Which if they do not fit for Earth
Drill silently for Heaven —