Schiller has the material sublime.
Table Talk.
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose,—words in their best order; poetry,—the best words in their best order.
Table Talk.
That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of nonsense.
Table Talk.
Iago's soliloquy, the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity—how awful it is!
Notes on some other Plays of Shakespeare.
Footnotes
[498:1] Wordsworth, in his Notes to "We are Seven," claims to have written this line.