Quotes
Quotes about Poets
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.
I send thee pansies while the year is young, Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night; Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light; And if in recollection lives regret For wasted days and dreams that were not true, I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet" Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought, And for the pansies send me back a thought.
For what made that in glory shine so long But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?
We can say nothing but what hath been said . . . Our poets steal from Homer . . . . Our storydressers do as much; he that comes last is commonly best.
Poetry is itself a thing of God; He made his prophets poets;and the more We feel of poesie do we become Like God in love and power,--under-makers.
Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme? Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread, By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?
Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..
To have great poets, there must be great audiences too.
It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.
Poets are sultans, if they had their will: For every author would his brother kill.
O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty.
God's prophets of the Beautiful, These Poets were.
And poets by their sufferings grow,-- As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent.
Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains, Which only poets know.
Sure there are poets which did never dream Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose Those made not poets, but the poets those.
Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Poets, we know, are terribly sensitive people, and in my observation one of the things they are most sensitive about is money.
Few of the university pen plaies well, they smell too much of that writer Ovid and that writer Metamorphosis and talk too much of Prosperpina and Jupiter. Why, here's our fellow Shakespeare puts them all down. Aye, and Ben Jonson too. O that B.J. is a pestilent fellow, he brought up Horace giving poets a pill, but our fellow, Shakespeare, hath given him a purge that made him beray his credit.
When great poets sing, Into the night new constellations spring, With music in the air that dulls the craft Of rhetoric. So when Shakespeare sang or laughed The world with long, sweet Alpine echoes thrilled Voiceless to scholars' tongues no muse had filled With melody divine.
The stream of Time, which is continually washing the dissoluble fabrics of other poets, passes without injury by the adamant of Shakespeare.
The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile; natural philosophy, deep; morals, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold screenwriter of Dead Poets' Society.
