Thy verses are eternal, O my friend, For he who reads them, reads them to no end.
Poetry Quotes
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I receiv’d nor rhyme nor reason. (According to legend, Queen Elizabeth promised Spenser 100 pounds for a poem. When the Royal Treasurer, Lord Burghley, objected to the expense, the Queen replied, “Then give him what is reason.” […]
Whatever the poets pretend, it is plain they give immortality to none but themselves; it is Homer and Virgil we reverence and admire, not Achilles and Aeneas.
Every good poet includes a critic, but the reverse will not hold.
The poet’s scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
So, naturalists observe, a flea Hath smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller fleas to bite ’em, And so proceed ad infinitum. Thus every poet, in his kind Is bit by him that comes behind.
Poetry and consumption are the most flattering of diseases.
My question is; “When did other people give up the ideas of being a poet?” You know, when we are kids we make up things, we write, and for me the puzzle is not that some people are still writing, the real question is why the other people stopped?
Man may be considered as a superior species of animal that produces philosophies and poems in about the same way a silkworm produces their cocoons and bees their hives.
The lines of poetry, the period of prose, and even the texts of Scripture most frequently recollected and quoted, are those which are felt to be preeminently musical.
