It has already been remarked here that the English know a great deal about past American literature, but nothing about past American history. They do not know either, of course, as well...

When I came back to Fleet Street… Through a sunset nook at night, And saw the old Green Dragon With the windows all alight, And hailed the old Green Dragon

A cloud was on the mind of men, an… Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul wh… Science announced nonentity and ar… The world was old and ended: but y… Round us in antic order their crip…

For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree; You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,

God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shop… And go to inns to dine; Where the bacon’s on the rafter

There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeles… All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand,

He sayeth there is no sin, and all… Swells round him into a world made… The midnight of his universe of sh… Is the vast shadow of his shameles… He blames all that begat him, gods…

The men that worked for England They have their graves at home: And bees and birds of England About the cross can roam. But they that fought for England,

I cannot count the pebbles in the… Well hath He spoken: “Swear not b… Thou knowest not the hairs,” thoug… Writes that wild number in His ow… I cannot count the sands or search…

This ballad needs no historical notes, for the simple reason that it does not profess to be historical. All of it that is not frankly fictitious, as in any prose romance about the past,...

This much, O heaven—if I should b… Pity me not; but let the world be… Yea, in my madness if I strike me… Heed you the grass that grows upon… If I dare snarl between this sun…

The star-crowned cliffs seem hinge… The clouds are floating rags acros… They open to us like the gates of… Cloven in the last great wall of a… I looked, and saw the valley of my…

The Druids waved their golden kni… And danced around the Oak WHen they had sacrificed a man; But though the learned search and… No single modern person can

The last chapter has been concerned with the contention that orthodoxy is not only (as is often urged) the only safe guardian of morality or order, but is also the only logical guardian...