He Ne'er Is Crowned With Immortality Who

I Love Your Hills And I Love Your Dales, And I Love Your Flocks A-bleating; But Oh, On The Heather To Lie Together, With Both Our Hearts A-beating!

Land And Sea, Weakness And Decline Are Great Separators, But Death Is The Great Divorcer For Ever.

I Have So Much Of You In My Heart.

O For The Gentleness Of Old Romance, The Simple Planning Of A Minstrel's Song!

The Genius Of Poetry Must Work Out Its Own Salvation In A Man; It Cannot Be Matured By Law And Precept, But By Sensation And Watchfulness In Itself. That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.