Friday 1 March 2013

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

Robert Browning
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
William Wordsworth
The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.
Alexander Pope
Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Olympian bards who sung, Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
Edgar Allan Poe
I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is Taste.
Alexander Pope
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad.
Robert Browning
Round and round, like a dance of snow, In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go, Floating the women faded for ages, Sculptured in stone on the poet's pages.
William Wordsworth
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares! - The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs, Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.
Edgar Allan Poe
The object, Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object, Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable, to a certain extent, in poetry, far more readily attainable in prose.


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