A Sneer Is The Weapon

They Are Slaves Who Fear To Speak, For The Fallen And The Weak.

It Is Right Precious To Behold The First Long Surf Of Climbing Light Flood All The Thirsty East With Gold.

It Is Curious For One Who Studies The Action And Reaction Of National Literature On Each Other, To See The Humor Of Swift And Sterne And Fielding, After Filtering Through Richter, Reappear In Carlyle With A Tinge Of Germanism That Makes It Novel, Alien, Or Even Displeasing, As The Case May Be, To The English Mind.

History Is Clarified Experience.

A Poet Must Need Be Before His Own Age, To Be Even With Posterity