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.