I Awoke In The Midsummer Not-to-call Night,

Nothing Is So Beautiful As Spring- When Weeds In Wheels, Shoot Long And Lovely And Lush.

The Effect Of Studying Masterpieces Is To Make Me Admire And Do Otherwise.

The Poetical Language Of An Age Should Be The Current Language Heightened.

I Have Desired To Go Where Springs Not Fail, To Fields Where Flies No Sharp And Sided Hail And A Few Lilies Blow.

I Hold With The Old-fashioned Criticism That Browning Is Not Really A Poet, That He Has All The Gifts But The One Needful And The Pearls Without The String; Rather One Should Say Raw Nuggets And Rough Diamonds.