Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent.
He saw wan Woman toil with famished eyes; He saw her bound, and strove to sing her free. He saw her fall'n; and wrote "The Bridge of Sighs"; And on it crossed to immortality.
Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy.
God, eldest of Poets.
The after-silence, when the feast is o'er,And void the places where the minstrels stood,Differs in nought from what hath been before,And is nor ill nor good.