Quotes
Quotes about Wit
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they?
A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.
It can be said of him, when he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.
The eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought with it the means of seeing."
We can do without any article of luxury we have never had; but when once obtained, it is not in human natur' to surrender it voluntarily.
And we, with Nature's heart in tune,
Concerted harmonies.
And with my advice, faith I wish you'd take me.
Whilst twilight's curtain spreading far,
Was pinned with a single star.
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks.
When he is forsaken,
Withered and shaken,
What can an old man do but die?
Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.
There's a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
How widely its agencies vary,--
To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,--
As even its minted coins express,
Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess,
And now of a Bloody Mary.
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags
Plying her needle and thread,--
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
O men with sisters dear,
O men with mothers and wives,
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives!
Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young, and so fair!
He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane,"
And played familiar with his hoary locks.
'T was Slander filled her mouth with lying words,
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.
With one hand he put
A penny in the urn of poverty,
And with the other took a shilling out.
There was a state without king or nobles; there was a church without a bishop;there was a people governed by grave magistrates which it had selected, and by equal laws which it had framed.
Wherever literature consoles sorrow or assuages pain; wherever it brings gladness to eyes which fail with wakefulness and tears, and ache for the dark house and the long sleep,--there is exhibited in its noblest form the immortal influence of Athens.
Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.
We hardly know an instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other.
Intoxicated with animosity.
