By The Time I Was Eleven Years

Another Little Drink Wouldn't Do Us Any Harm.

It Is As Unseeing To Ask What Is The Use Of Poetry As It Would Be To Ask What Is The Use Of Religion.

In The Augustan Age ... Poetry Was ... The Sister Of Architecture; With The Romantics, And Their Heightened Vowel-sense, Resulting In Different Melodic Lines, She Became The Sister Of Music; In The Present Day, She Appears Like The Sister Of Horticulture, Each Poem Growing According To The Law Of Its Own Nature.

A Great Many People Now Reading And Writing Would Be Better Employed Keeping Rabbits.

My Poems Are Hymns Of Praise To The Glory Of Life.