Epic Poetry Exhibits Life In Some Great

No Poet Will Ever Take The Written Word As A Substitute For The Spoken Word; He Knows That It Is On The Spoken Word, And The Spoken Word Only, That His Art Is Founded.

It Seems Difficult, Sometimes, To Believe That There Was A Time When Sentiments Now Become Habitual, Sentiments That Imply Not Only The Original Imperative Of Conduct, But The Original Metaphysic Of Living, Were By No Means Altogether Habitual.

The Epic Poet Collaborates With The Spirit Of His Time In The Composition Of His Work. That Is, If He Is Successful; The Time May Refuse To Work With Him, But He May Not Refuse To Work With His Time.

There Is Only One Thing Which Can Master The Perplexed Stuff Of Epic Material Into Unity; And That Is, An Ability To See In Particular Human Experience Some Significant Symbolism Of Man's General Destiny.

But The Gravest Difficulty, And Perhaps The Most Important, In Poetry Meant Solely For Recitation, Is The Difficulty Of Achieving Verbal Beauty, Or Rather Of Making Verbal Beauty Tell.