Our Lord Jesus Christ, my brethren, is our hero, a hero all the world wants.

The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened, to any degree heightened and unlike itself, but not...an obsolete one.

For myself I make no secret, I look forward with eager desire to seeing the matchless beauty of Christ's body in the heavenly light.

No doubt my poetry errs on the side of oddness. I hope in time to have a more balanced and Miltonic style. But as air, melody, is what strikes me most of all i…

J'allais sous le ciel, Muse! et j'etais ton feal.

I would not so dishonour God as to lend my voice to perpetuate all the mad and foolish things which men have dared to say of Him. I believe that we may find in…

Loved once for ever loved: how surely sounds This gospel to me since I learned to list Truth from thy lips, mine own evangelist. What thought presumes to set n…