Music is the universal language of mankind.... poetry their universal pastime and delight.
Music is the universal language of mankind.... poetry their universal pastime and delight.
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.
Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
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