I don't dream and make a poem of it.
Art is not either all beauty or all use, it is essential truth which makes its way through beauty into use.

Not that I say this for myself.
Artistically, I may have failed in these poems--that is for the critic to consider; but in the choice of their argument I have not failed artistically, _I think_, or my whole artistic life and understanding of life have failed.
There, I cannot persuade you of this, but I believe it.

I have tried to stand on the facts of things before I began to feel 'dithyrambically.' Thought out coldly, then felt upon warmly.

I will not admit of 'being heated out of fairness!' I deny it, and stand upon my innocency.
And after all, 'Casa Guidi Windows' was a book that commended itself to you, Mr.Chorley.
[_The rest of this letter is missing_] * * * * * _To John Forster_ 28 Via del Tritone, Rome: Monday [May 1860].
I have tried and taken pains to see the truth, and have spoken it as I have seemed to see it.

If the issue of events shall prove me wrong about the E.Napoleon, the worse for _him_, I am bold to say, rather than for me, who have honored him only because I believed his intentions worthy of the honor of honest souls.
If he lives long enough, he will explain himself to all.