An Hour's Terror Is Better Than A

Without Imagination Of The One Kind Or Of The Other, Mortal Existence Is Indeed A Dreary And Prosaic Business... Illumined By The Imagination, Our Life, Whatever Its Defeats - Is A Never-ending Unforeseen Strangeness And Adventure And Mystery.

When I Lie Where Shades Of Darkness Shall No More Assail Mine Eyes.

Too Late For Fruit, Too Soon For Flowers.

But Beauty Vanishes; Beauty Passes; However Rare Rare It Be; And When I Crumble, Who Will Remember This Lady Of The West Country?

Dobbin At Manger Pulls His Hay: Gone Is Another Summer's Day.