Like Driftwood Spares Which Meet And Pass

Alas! Is Even Love Too Weak To Unlock The Heart, And Let It Speak? Are Even Lovers Powerless To Reveal To One Another What Indeed They Feel? I Knew The Mass Of Men Conceal'd Their Thoughts, For Fear That If Reveal'd They Would By Other Men Be Met With Blank Indifference, Or With Blame Reproved; I Knew They Lived And Moved Trick'd In Disguises, Alien To The Rest Of Men, And Alien To Themselves - And Yet The Same Heart Beats In Every Human Breast!

Poetry; A Criticism Of Life Under The Conditions Fixed For Such A Criticism By The Laws Of Poetic Truth And Poetic Beauty.

A Wanderer Is Man From His Birth. He Was Born In A Ship On The Breast Of The River Of Time.

The Kings Of Modern Thought Are Dumb.

Indeed There Can Be No More Useful Help For Discovering What Poetry Belongs To The Class Of The Truly Excellent, And Can Therefore Do Us Most Good, Than To Have Always In One's Mind Lines And Expressions Of The Great Masters, And To Apply Them As A Touchstone To Other Poetry.