I Should Not Dare To Call My

How Joyously The Young Sea-mew Lay Dreaming On The Waters Blue, Whereon Our Little Bark Had Thrown A Little Shade, The Only One; But Shadows Ever Man Pursue.

What Is Genius But The Power Of Expressing A New Individuality?

Anybody Is Qualified, According To Everybody, For Giving Opinions Upon Poetry. It Is Not So In Chemistry And Mathematics. Nor Is It So, I Believe, In Whist And The Polka. But Then These Are More Serious Things.

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.

I Tell You, Hopeless Grief Is Passionless.