Caricature Is Rough Truth.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars.

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

As We To The Brutes, Poets Are To Us.

What A Dusty Answer Gets The Soul When Hot For Certainties In This Our Life!

Ah, What A Dusty Answer Gets The Soul When Hot For Certainties In This Our Life! - In Tragic Hints Here See What Evermore Moves Dark As Yonder Midnight Ocean's Force, Thundering Like Ramping Hosts Of Warrior Horse, To Throw That Faint Thin Fine Upon The Shore!