I Say That We Are Wound With

I Say That We Are Wound With Mercy Round And Round As If With Air.

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

The World Is Charged With The Grandeur Of God.

It Is A Happy Thing That There Is No Royal Road To Poetry. The World Should Know By This Time That One Cannot Reach Parnassus Except By Flying Thither.

To Lift Up The Hands In Prayer Gives God Glory, But A Man With A Dungfork In His Hand, A Woman With A Slop Pail, Give Him Glory, Too. God Is So Great That All Things Give Him Glory If You Mean That They Should.