I Desired My Dust To Be Mingled

Better Mendacities Than The Classics In Paraphrase! Some Quick To Arm, Some For Adventure, Some From Fear Of Weakness, Some From Fear Of Censure, Some For Love Of Slaughter, In Imagination, Learning Later . . . Some In Fear, Learning Love Of Slaughter; Died Some, Pro Patria, Non "dulce" Non "et Decor" . Walked Eye-deep In Hell Believing In Old Men's Lies, The Unbelieving Came Home, Home To A Lie.

'tis The White Stag, Fame, We're A-hunting, Bid The World's Hounds Come To Horn!

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.

Learn Of The Green World What Can Be Thy Place In Scaled Invention Or True Artistry

The Secret Of Popular Writing Is Never To Put More On A Given Page Than The Common Reader Can Lap Off It With No Strain Whatsoever On His Habitually Slack Attention.