This moment's Tiber with his shining eyes Never saw Rome before. - Alice Meynell

It is not extravagance, it is not excitement, it is not excess, or dizziness, or delirium, that chastises habitual pleasure in art, but only dullness.[…] One of the Latin races, having the dullness and keeping wit enough to name it, has the word for it—banalité.

The quality of poetry is not strained. It has not to abide our repeated questions. It tests and is not tested. Every true lover of poetry knows that when he cites great lines it is not the poetry but the hearer that is to be judged.

Round the blue sea I love the best The argent foam played, slender, fleet;
I saw—past Wordsworth and the rest— Her natural, Greek, and silver feet.