According to his critic Mr. Lloyd George seems to have done great violence to his syntax as well as to his little land taxes.
"The bride, a tall brunette, looked a vision of golden beauty as she advanced up the aisle on the arm of her father."—Evening Paper.
We do not think that this was the right occasion for an exposure of feminine camouflage.
THE ART OF POETRY.
I.
Many people have said to me, "I wish I could write poems. I often try, but——" They mean, I gather, that the impulse, the creative itch, is in them, but they don't know how to satisfy it. My own position is that I know how to write poetry, but I can't be bothered. I have not got the itch. The least I can do, however, is to try to help those who have.
A mistake commonly committed by novices is to make up their minds what it is they are going to say before they begin. This is superfluous effort, tending to cramp the style. It is permissible, if not essential, to select a subject—say, MUD—but any detailed argument or plan which may restrict the free development of metre and rhyme (if any) is to be discouraged.