Of the Mule Breed
David Bromwich: Robert Southey, 21 May 1998
“... The commune that never took shape is now embalmed in a few poems and the Platonic heat of a frank correspondence; but the friends worked steadily in Bristol in 1795, from an energy of reverence in anticipation of the exemplary life they would share. ‘Our names are written in the book of destiny on the same page,’ said Southey. Less profane, but as ... ”