“I will never rest. Can you not make me truly insane? I will never rest till I am so. O that in the bosom of God I was hid. You retain health and yet are as mad as any of us all—over us all—mad as a refuge from unbelief—from Baoon, Newton and Locke.” From ANNOTATIONS TO “POEMS” BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH VOL. I, LONDON 1815 (1826) I see in Wordsworth the Natural Man rising up against the Spiritual Man Continually, & then he is No Poet but a Heathen Philosopher at Enmity against all true Poetry or Inspiration.
There is no such Thing as Natural Piety Because The Natural Man is at Enmity with God.
I cannot think that Real Poets have any competition. None are greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven; it is so in Poetry.
Natural Objects always did & now do weaken, deaden & obliterate Imagination in Me. Wordsworth must know that what he Writes Valuable is Not to be found in Nature.
I Believe both Macpherson & Chatterton, that what they say is Ancient Is so.
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