I, who have no throne, nor wish to have one
now
, whatever I may have done, am at perfect peace with all the poetical fraternity; or, at least, if I dislike any, it is not
poetically
, but
personally
. Surely the field of thought is infinite; what does it signify who is before or behind in a race where there is no
goal
? The temple of fame is like that of the Persians, the universe; our altar, the tops of mountains. I should be equally content with Mount Caucasus, or Mount Anything; and those who like it, may have Mount Blanc or Chimborazo, without my envy of their elevation.