The Sphinx Is Not Yet Silent, Nor the Fountain of Castile Dry.

There is indeed a poetical attitude to be adopted towards all things, but all things are not fit subjects for poetry. To the secure and sacred house of beauty, the true artist will admit nothing that his harsh or disturbing. Nothing that gives pain, nothing that is debatable, nothing about which men argue. He can steep himself if he wishes, in the discussion of all the social problems of his day,. But when he writes on these subjects, it will be as Milton nobly expressed it with his left hand, impros and not inverse, in a pamphlet and not in a lyric. His exquisite spirit of artistic choice was not in Byron, words worth had it not. In Keats