O gracious God how far have we Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy.
O gracious God how far have we Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy.
O for ten years, that I may overwhelm Myself in poesy so I may do the deed That my own soul has to itself decreed.
Poesy was ever thought to have some participation of divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind, by submitting the shows of things to the desires of the mind whereas reason doth buckle and bow the mind unto the nature of things.
For dear to gods and men is sacred song. Self-taught I sing by Heaven, and Heaven alone, The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.
Ay, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
If within my heart there's mould,
If the flame of Poesy
And the flame of Love grow cold,
Slay my body utterly.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes; From whence 'tis nourished.
How much pleasure they lose (and even the pleasures of heroic poesy are not unprofitable) who take away the liberty of a poet, and fetter his feet in the shackles of a historian.
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