Education is not filling
If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence.
Poet and sculptor, do the work, / Nor let the modish painter shirk
We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create.
Fairies in Ireland are sometimes as big as we are, sometimes bigger, and sometimes, as I have been told, about three feet high.