Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence..

Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale Is wild within me! what may quell That sullen tempest? I must sail Whither, O whither, who can tell!.

Music waves eternal wands,-- Enchantress of the souls of mortals!.

Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song..

Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are..

The weary August days are long; The locusts sing a plaintive song, The cattle miss their master's call When they see the sunset shadows fall..

Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective..

A critic must accept what is best in a poet, and thus become his best encourager..

War! war! war! Heaven aid the right! God move the hero's arm in the fearful fight! God send the women sleep in the long, long night, When the breasts….

Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time..

Is there a rarer being, Is there a fairer sphere Where the strong are not unseeing, And the harvests are not sere; Where, ere the seasons dwindle The….

The poet who does not revere his art, and believe in its sovereignty, is not born to wear the purple..

The poet is a creator, not an iconoclast, and never will tamely endeavor to say in prose what can only be expressed in song..

Natural emotion is the soul of poetry, as melody is of music; the same faults are engendered by over-study of either art; there is a lack of sincerit….

Progress comes by experiment, and this from ennui that leads to voyages, wars, revolutions, and plainly to change in the arts of expression; that cri….

Genius does not need a special language; it uses newly whatever tongue it finds..

But every human path leads on to God; He holds a myriad finer threads than gold, And strong as holy wishes, drawing us With delicate tension upward t….

The imagination never dies..

The critic's first labor is the task of distinguishing between men, as history and their works display them, and the ideals which one and another hav….

Give us a man of God's own mould Born to marshall his fellow-men; One whose fame is not bought and sold At the stroke of a politician's pen. Give us ….

A poet must sing for his own people..