For Poetry The Idea Is

And See All Sights From Pole To Pole, And Glance, And Nod, And Hustle By; And Never Once Possess Our Soul Before We Die.

The Working-class Is Now Issuing From Its Hiding-place To Assert An Englishman's Heaven-born Privilege Of Doing As He Likes, And Is Beginning To Perplex Us By Marching Where It Likes, Meeting Where It Likes, Bawling What It Likes, Breaking What It Likes.

Saw Life Steadily And Saw It Whole.

The Kings Of Modern Thought Are Dumb.

Change Doth Unknit The Tranquil Strength Of Men.