The Nightmare Life-in-death Was She.

Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.

History Has A Point Of View; It Cannot Be All Things To All People.

Not The Poem Which We Have Read , But That To Which We Return , With The Greatest Pleasure, Possesses The Genuine Power, And Claims The Name Of Essential Poetry .

If A Man Is Not Rising Upwards To Be An Angel, Depend Upon It, He Is Sinking Downwards To Be A Devil . He Cannot Stop At The Beast. The Most Savage Of Men Are Not Beasts; They Are Worse, A Great Deal Worse.

Poetry Is Certainly Something More Than Good Sense, But It Must Be Good Sense, At All Events, Just As A Palace Is More Than A House, But It Must Be A House, At Least.