"Minnie, I canna caa my wheel, or spin the oo or twine the tweel. It's luve a laddie whammles me. Ech, the wanchancie …"

"Deid sall ye ligg, and ne'er a memorie sall onie hain, or ae regret for ye, sin that ye haena roses o Pierie. In Hade…"

"Yes! I could find some comfort in the thought Of being scourged, Were there but hope that this defiling sin Which mar…"

"O to be like my Lord! Yet must I be Mine own self too, And to the nature He bestowed on me Be frankly true.The olive …"

"What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind."

"There is much tenderness and beauty in many of the poems, but the writers wrote in a language which they did not comm…"

"I would beg any possible, but improbable, reader who desires to peruse the Anthology as a whole, to read first the ep…"

"Death at the headlands, Hesiod, long ago Gave thee to drink of his unhonied wine: Now Boreas cannot reach thee lying …"

"Among the maggots that breed in the corruption of poetry one of the commonest is the bookworm. When Athens had decaye…"

"In The Waste Land Mr. Eliot has shown that he can at moments write real blank verse; but that is all. For the rest he…"