I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to...

…I do not want art for a few; any more than education for a few; or freedom for a few…

OctoberO love, turn from the changing sea and gaze,Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old,A-dying ‘mid the autumn-scented hazeThat hangeth o’er the hollow in the wold,Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infoldGrey church, long...