To give anaccurateand exhaustive account of the period would need a far less brilliant pen than mine.

-Beerbohm, Sir (Henry) Max(imilian)
  TheYellow Book, vol.4.

Now we lament one Who danced on a plume of words, Sang with a fountain's panache, Dazzled like slate roofs in sun After rain, was flighty as birds And alone as a mountain ash. The ribald, inspired urchin Leaning over the lip Of his world, as over a rock pool Or a lucky dip, Found everything brilliant and virgin.

-Day-Lewis, Cecil
  'In Memory of Dylan Thomas'.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Has blotted out man's image and his cry.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'The Sorrow of Love', stanza1. Collected inThe Rose (1893).