My dear Reynolds-I'll not run over the Ground we have passed; that would be merely as bad as telling a dream-unless perhaps I do it in the manner of the Laputan printing press-that is I put down Mountains, Rivers, Lakes, dells, glens, Rocks, and Clouds, with beautiful enchanting, Gothic picturesque fine, delightful, enchanting, Grand, sublime-a few blisters, etc.
"Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends"
John Keats