Excerpt from Shelley: An Essay What do you read, my lord? Words, words, words! And, indeed, there is nothing more fit to occupy attention. Everything changes, and words alone remain. Perpetual permanences in a perpetual flux; they alone, I have often thought, perpetually deceive. Religion, Art, Poetry, there are collocations of letters for them in Russian and Japanese. A good man, a poet; they are words that have been bandied about time out of mind, and yet What do they mean, What do they not mean A poet, it is popularly said, is a maker; and again. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.