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.
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.
She was a wonderful poet, a good short-story writer and a fine novelist.
I read on with passion: and a poet?
On every full moon, rituals such as the one described above take placeon hilltops, beaches, in open fields and in ordinary houses. Writers,teachers, nurses, computer programmers, artists,lawyers, poets, plumbers,and auto mechanics - women and men from many backgrounds cometogether to celebrate the mysteries of the Triple Goddess of the Danceof Life. The religion they practise is called Witchcraft.
I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most
capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths.
Till now poets were privileged to insert a certain proportion of nonsense - very far in excess of one-half of one per cent - into their otherwise sober documents.
I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
Histories make men wise poets, witty the mathematics, subtle natural philosophy, deep morals, grave logic And rhetoric, able to contend.
A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity - he is continually informing and filling some other body.
As I look over my work, I mean every time I look over my early work, I see, yes, I could do that then and then I could do that and that... That may be the hardest thing for a writer, at least for a poet, to tell what the identity of his work is.
When it comes to atoms, language can be used only as in poetry. The poet, too, is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images.
Trust me, no tortures which the poets feign, can match the fierce, the unutterable pain, he feels, who night and day, devoid of rest, carries his own accuser in his breast
I wanderd lonely as a cloud That floats on high oer vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretchd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company I gazedand gazedbut little thought What wealth the show to me had brought For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
Limbs of a dismembered poet. Disiecti membra poetae.
The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.
If for the sake of a crowded audience you do wish to hold a lecture, your ambition is no laudable one, and at least avoid all citations from the poets, for to quote them argues feeble industry.
It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back.
You explain nothing, O poet, but thanks to you all things become explicable.
There's not a good poet I know who has not at the beck and call of his memory a vast quantity of poetry that composes his mental library.
As a poet there is only one political duty, and that is to defend one's language against corruption. When it is corrupted, people lose faith in what they hear and this leads to violence.
The talent of a true writer and poet is in the ear.
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
Imagination, which is the eldorado of the poet and of the novel-writer, often proves the most pernicious gift to the individuals who compose the talkers instead of the writers in society.
God hath treasuries beneath the Throne, the keys whereof are the tongues of poets.
We have to raise the consciousness; the only way poets can change the world is to raise the consciousness of the general populace.
Let me tell you what's funny about gay poets women will love them because they will relate to the subject matter of what the gay poet is presenting to the public. Take it from me, I've been there
The bad poet is a toady mimicking nature.
A poet is not a public figure. A poet should be read and not seen.
Yes, you can feel very alone as a poet and you sometimes think, is it worth it? Is it worth carrying on? But because there were other poets, you became part of a scene. Even though they were very different writers, it made it easier because you were together.
Women make us poets, children make us philosophers.
The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.
God is the perfect poet.
With several different kinds of poetry to choose from, a man would decide that he would like best to be an epic poet, and he would set out, in conscious determination, on an epic poem.
Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.
The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.
Great wits jump (says the Poet) and hit his Head against the Post
Racine will go out of style like coffee. Jean Racine, (163999) French dramatist poet.
A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.
You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade your praise Is not worth dying for.
He invades authors like a monarch and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
We have been fortunate to have so noted a poet as a resident of our state. We mourn this great loss to our community.
The union of the mathematician with the poet, fervor with measure, passion with correctness, this surely is the ideal.
Whatever my passions demand of me, I become for the time being - musician, poet, director, author, lecturer or anything else.
The dust comes secretly day after day, Lies on my ledge and dulls my shining things. But O this dust I shall drive away Is flowers and kings, Is Solomon's temple, poets, Nineveh.
The poet's other readers are the ancient poets, who look upon the freshly written pages from an incorruptible distance. Their poetic forms are permanent, and it is difficult to create new forms which can approach them.
Read out my words at night, alone I was a poet, I was young
I'd like people to remember me for a diligent expert workman. I think a poet is a workman. I think Shakespeare was a workman. And God's a workman. I don't think there's anything better than a workman.
You ask me where I get my ideas. That I cannot tell you with certainty. They come unsummoned, directly, indirectly I could seize them with my hands out in the open air, in the woods, while walking, in the silence of the nights, at dawn, excited by moods which are translated by the poet into words, by me into tones that sound and roar and storm about me till I have set them down in notes.
Whatever a poet writes with enthusiasm and a divine inspiration is very fine. Earliest reference to the madness or divine inspiration of poets.
I am not quite a poet but I am something of the kind.
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