He played, and made Blougram play, upon the elusive resemblance between the calm of effortless mastery and that of hardly won control.
The rich and varied poetry reviewed in the last three sections occupies less than half of _Men and Women_, and leaves the second half of the title unexplained.

In that richer emotional atmosphere which breathes from every line of his Italian work, the profound fulfilment of his spiritual needs which he found in his home was the most vital and potent element.

His imaginative grasp of every kind of spiritual energy, of every "incident of soul," was deepened by his new but incessant and unqualified experience of love.

His poetry focussed itself more persistently than ever about those creative energies akin to love, of which art in the fullest sense is the embodiment, and religion the recognition.

It would have been strange if the special form of love-experience to which the quickening thrill was due had remained untouched by it.