Quotes
Quotes about Poetry
Angling is somewhat like poetry,--men are to be born so.
Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.
Ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of Plato.... To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being less suttle and fine, but more simple, sensuous, and passionate.
We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine,
But search of deep philosophy,
Wit, eloquence, and poetry;
Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine.
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning;
And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower
Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour
Have passed away; less happy than the one
That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove
The tender charm of poetry and love.
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose,--words in their best order; poetry,--the best words in their best order.
The poetry of speech.
Most wretched men
Are cradled into poetry by wrong:
They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
The poetry of earth is never dead.
Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.
From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness,--a system in which the two great commandments were to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife.
You speak
As one who fed on poetry.
The object, Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object, Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable, to a certain extent, in poetry, far more readily attainable in prose.
I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is Taste.
We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience and live without heart;
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man can not live without cooks.
He may live without books,--what is knowledge but grieving?
He may live without hope--what is hope but deceiving?
He may live without love,--what is passion but pining?
But where is the man that can live without dining?
Simonides calls painting silent poetry, and poetry speaking painting.
This places what we must vaguely term slang into the right perspective - the home-made language of the ruled, not the rulers, the acted upon, the used, the used up. It is demonic poetry emerging in flashes of ironic insight.
You have to learn to be alone â no sex, not even any books. All youâll have is language, the great conserver, and poetry, the great isolate shaper. Stock your minds with language, for Christâs sake. Learn how to write whatâs memorable. No, not write â compose in your head.
Poetry of a surrealistic kind can, as a dream can, free the imagination from the trammels of daily cause and effect
They never taught us at school to really appreciate poetry
Strange how things always read better than they taste ... wine in poetry is superior to wine in a glass
Let a man be stimulated by poetry, established by the rules of propriety, and perfected by music.
Poetry is made out of our quarrel with ourselves.
