Poetry Quotes — page 6

I thinke it not amisse to forewarne you that you thrust as few wordes of many sillables into your verse as may be: and hereunto I might alledge many reasons: first the most auncient English wordes are of one sillable, so that the more …

The poet is intimate with truth, while the scientist approaches awkwardly. Come someday to my laboratory and see the unequivocable testimony of the crescograph.

Most joyful let the Poet be; It is through him that all men see.

For the attention of the poet-chronicler is fixed on the invisible shackles of selfhood that bind us all. He seems to be describing great events; in reality he does not for one instant forget that he is occupied with the history of souls, …

Stand here with me with the stars and hills for witness and in their presence consecrate your life and your talent, your song and your speech, your thought and your dream to the Motherland. O Poet, see visions from the hill tops

With living colours give my verse to glow: The sad memorial of a tale of woe!

The poet of England, he gave to the love of country, to patriotism as nowadays we call it, a voice which never shall be stilled. His histories are, and will ever be, the epic of our race.

Our work is not for the learned, nor for the theologian, nor for the philosopher, but for the reader of English literature, of either sex, who wishes to comprehend the allusions so frequently made by public speakers, lecturers, essayists, …

We must, I think, suppose that the Avesta and RV. viii. are younger than RV. ii.-vii.; or else that the poets of viii. were geographically nearer to the Avestan people, and so took from them certain words, which may or may not have been …

“A noble theme!” the tyro cried; And straightway scribbled off a sonnet. “A noble theme,” the poet sighed; “I am not fit to write upon it.”

Rural poetry is the pleasure ground of those who live in cities.

The wonderful energies which were developed in the universal conquests of Rome, and in her civil factions, in which the great end of ambition was to be the first citizen in a state which ruled the world, could not but awaken intellectual …

Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no . There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, …

In fact, a man can be neither a saint, nor a lover, nor a poet, unless he has comparatively recently had something to eat.

Strive not to say the whole! The Poet, in his Art, Must intimate the whole, and say the smallest part.

Oh for a poet - for a beacon bright

Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love?

Every poet hopes that after-times Shall set some value on his votive lay.

When, comrades, we thrill to the message of speaker in highway or hall, The voice of the poet is reaching the silenter poet in all: And again, as of old, when the flames are to leap up the turrets of Wrong, Shall the torch of the New …

Fyrst I protest, beaw schirris, by зour leif Beis weill avisit my wark or зhe reprief; Consider it warly, reid oftar than anys, Weill at a blenk sle poetry nocht tayn is.

a purely literal interpretation of the impassioned protestations of affection for a "lovely boy", which course through the sonnets, casts a slur on the dignity of the poet's name which scarcely bears discussion

She used her brain and systematized her work, so that she might find time to do good in the world. The time many wives and mother of her day frittered away in gayety and embroidery she spent in reading and committing to memory choice …

Piety in art—poetry in art—Puseyism in art—let us be careful how we confound them.

Imagination makes poems; devotion makes hymns. There can be poetry without emotion, but a hymn never.