Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, Let there be light.

Give the enemy not only a road for flight, but also a means of defending it.

Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.

That aspects are within us; and who seems Most kingly is the King.

The business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.

I. At Tea THE kettle descants in a cosy drone, And the young wife looks in her husband's face, And then in her guest's, and shows in her own Her sense that she fills an envied place; And the visiting lady is all abloom, And says there was never so sweet a room. And the happy young housewife does not know That the woman beside her was his first choice, Till the fates ordained it could not be so.... Betraying nothing in look or voice The guest sits smiling and sips her tea, And he throws her a stray glance yearningly.

The defective can be more than the entire.