It Kills Me To Be Time's Eunuch

The Effect Of Studying Masterpieces Is To Make Me Admire And Do Otherwise.

Lovely The Woods, Waters, Meadows, Combes, Vales, All The Air Things Wear That Build This World Of Wales.

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.

Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord, If I Contend With Thee; But, Sir, So What I Plead Is Just. Why Do Sinners' Ways Prosper? And Why Must Disappointment All I Endeavour End?

Do You Know, A Horrible Thing Has Happened To Me. I Have Begun To Doubt Tennyson.