Conscious Writing Can Be The

I'm Troubled. I'm Dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

The Heart That Gives, Gathers.

In A Poem The Words Should Be As Pleasing To The Ear As The Meaning Is To The Mind.

Not Till The Poets Among Us Can Be "literalists Of The Imagination"-above Insolence And Triviality And Can Present For Inspection, "imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them." Shall We Have It.

There Is No Pleasure Subtler Than The Sensation Of Being A Good Workman; And In Work There Is The Sense Of Consanguinity-unconscious As A Rule But Sometimes Conscious.