Art Still Has Truth. Take

Poetry; A Criticism Of Life Under The Conditions Fixed For Such A Criticism By The Laws Of Poetic Truth And Poetic Beauty.

Ah, Love, Let Us Be True To One Another!

The Heart Less Bounding At Emotion New, The Hope, Once Crushed, Less Quick To Spring Again.

The Best Poetry Will Be Found To Have A Power Of Forming, Sustaining, And Delighting Us, As Nothing Else Can.

Strew On Her Roses, Roses, And Never A Spray Of Yew! In Quiet She Reposes; Ah, Would That I Did Too!