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The elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 126.
I consider poetry very subordinate to moral and political science. SHELLEY — Letter to Thomas L. Peacock.
Naples. Jan. 26, 1819.
Yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme; before it was neither rhyme nor reason. SIR Thos. MORE. Advising an author to put
his MS. into rhyme. Rhyme nor reason. Said by PEELE-Edward I. In As You Like
It. Act III. Sc. 2. Comedy of Errors.
See also SPUNSER)
A poem round and perfect as a star.
ALEX. SMITH-A Life Drama. Sc. 2.
I was promised on a time,
See Fuller's Worthies, by NUTTALL. Vol.
(See also MORE)
An erit, qui velle recuset Os populi meruisse? et cedro digna locutus Linquere, nec scombros metuentia carmina nec thus.
Lives there the man with soul so dead as to disown the wish to merit the people's applause, and having uttered words worthy to be kept in cedar oil to latest times, to leave behind him rhymes that dread neither herrings nor frankincense. PERSIUS-Satires. 1. 41.
(See also EASTWICK)
Thy verses are as pleasing to me, O divine poet, as sleep is to the wearied on the soft turf. VERGIL—Ecloge. V. 45.
Verba togæ sequeris, junctura callidus acri,
Confined to common life thy numbers flow,
meet, Though polished, subtle, and though poignant,
sweet; Yet powerful to abash the front of crime And crimson error's cheek with sportive
rhyme. PERSIUS-Satires. V. 14. GIFFORD's trans.
6 A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow
length along. POPE-Essay on Criticism. Pt. II. L. 156.
Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.
And so no force, however great,
Can strain a cord, however fine,
Into a horizontal line That shall be absolutely straight. WILLIAM WHEWELL. Given as an accidental
instance of metre and poetry.
What woful stuff this madrigal would be,
POPE—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II. L. 418.
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,
So “Bonnie Doon” but tarry:
But spare his Highland Mary!
The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine.
POPE—Horace. Bk. II. Ep. I. L. 267.
The vision and the faculty divine;
WORDSWORTH-The Excursion. Bk. I.
Most joyful let the Poet be;
and New Times. 16 He koude songes make and wel endite. CHAUCER-Canterbury Tales. Prologue. L.
Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix
What triumphs shall be yours!
In that City of By-and-by.
“There's nothing great
Probably EMERSON-Epigram to History. "There is no great and no small.”
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call
verse. CHURCHILL—Independence. L. 295.
Adhuc neminem cognovi poetam, qui sibi non
I have never yet known a poet who did not think himself super-excellent. CICERO—Tusculanarum Disputationum. V.
12 They best can judge a poet's worth,
Neuere Poeten thun viel Wasser in die Tinte. Who oft themselves have known
Modern poets mix too much water with The pangs of a poetic birth
their ink. By labours of their own.
GOETHE-Sprüche in Prosa. III. Quoting COWPER—To Dr. Darwin. St. 2.
STERNE-Koran. 2. 142.
13 Sure there are poets which did never dream Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-huUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream
mour'd muse. of Helicon; we therefore may suppose
GOLDSMITH--Retaliation. Postscript. Those made not poets, but the poets those.
(See also ROCHESTER) SIR JOHN DENHAM-Cooper's Hill.
Singing and rejoicing,
As aye since time began, I can no more believe old Homer blind,
The dying earth's last poet Than those who say the sun hath never shined;
Shall be the earth's last man. The age wherein he lived was dark, but he
ANASTASIUS GRÜN—The Last Poet. Could not want sight who taught the world to
His virtues formed the magic of his song. SIR JOHN DENHAM—Progress of Learning. L.
Inscription on the Tomb of Cowper. L. 10. 61.
See HAYLEY's Life of Cowper. Vol. IV.
P. 189. The poet must be alike polished by an in
Lo! there he lies, our Patriarch Poet, dead! tercourse with the world as with the studies
The solemn angel of eternal peace of taste; one to whom labour is negligence,
Has waved a wand of mystery o'er his head, refinement a science, and art a nature.
Touched his strong heart, and bade his pulses ISAAC D'ISRAELI—Literary Character of Men of Genius. Vers de Société.
Paul H. HAYNE—To Bryant, Dead. For that fine madness still he did retain,
We call those poets who are first to mark Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Through earth's dull mist the coming of the DRAYTON—To Henry Reynolds. Of Poets and
dawn, Poesy. L. 109.
Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, (See also DRYDEN under INSANITY)
While others only note that day is gone.
HOLMES—Memorial Verses. Shakespeare. Happy who in his verse can gently steer From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.
Where go the poet's lines? -
Answer, ye evening tapers!
Speak from your folded papers!
HOLMES—The Poet's Lot. St. 3.
In his own verse the poet still we find,
In his own page his memory lives enshrined, To make a third, she join'd the former two.
As in their amber sweets the smothered bees,DRYDEN—Under Mr. Milton's Picture. Homer,
As the fair cedar, fallen before the breeze, Virgil, Milton.
Lies self-embalmed amidst the mouldering trees. (See also COWPER, SALVAGGI)
HOLMES—Songs of Many Seasons. Bryant's
Seventieth Birthday. Št. 17 and 18. For
same idea see ANT, FLY, SPIDER. Poets should be law-givers; that is, the boldest lyric inspiration should not chide and
Mediocribus esse poetis insult, but should announce and lead the Non homines, non di, non concessere columnæ. civil code, and the day's work.
Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' EMERSON—Essays. Of Prudence.
shelves permit ordinary poets to exist.
Poets, the first instructors of mankind,
HORACE–Of the Art of Poetry. L. 449. “Give me a theme,” the little poet cried,
WENTWORTH DILLON's trans. “And I will do my part,' "'Tis not a theme you need,” the world replied; Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseris, “You need a heart."
Sublimi feriam sidera vertice. R. W. GILDER—Wanted, a Theme.
If you rank me with the lurin
exalted head shall of Wer den Dichter will verstehen
HORACE—Car Muss in Dichters Lande gehen.
23 Whoever would understand the por
Genus ir Must go into the poet's country
The GOETHE—Noten auf West-0. D
The clear, sweet singer with the crown of snow Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below! LOWELL-Epistle to George William Curtis. L.
For a good poet's made, as well as born.
Trans. of Solus aut rex aut poeta non quo-
O'tis a very sin For one so weak to venture his poor verse In such a place as this.
KEATS—Endymion. Bk. III. L. 965.
Sithe of our language he was the lodesterre. LYDGATE—The Falls of Princes. Referring to CHAUCER.
(See also SPENSER) For his chaste Muse employed her heaven
taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot. LORD LYTTLETON—Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus.
(See also SWIFT) Non scribit, cujus carmina nemo legit.
He does not write whose verses no one reads. MARTIAL-Epigrams. III. 9. 2.
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
Round many western islands have I been
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne,
When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific,-and all his men
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
HOMER. Cortez confused with Balboa.
You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.
MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. VIII. Ep. 49.
Je chantais comme l'oiseau gémit.
I was singing as a bird mourns. LAMARTINE-Le Poète Mourant.
(See also TENNYSON)
Poets are sultans, if they had their will:
Valeant mendacia vatum.
Good-bye to the lies of the poets.
Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.
PLATO—The Republic. Bk. II. Sec. V.
All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal.
LONGFELLOW-Kavanagh. Ch. XX.
Tamen poetis mentiri licet.
POPE—Dunciad. Bk. I. L. 93. Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with whom shall
end. POPE-Dunciad. Bk. I. L. 165.
I learnt life from the poets.
Then from the Mint walks forth the man of
rhyme, Happy to catch me, just at dinner-time.
POPE-Prologue to Satires. L. 13.
POPE-Prologue to Satires. L. 185.
With no companion but the constant Muse, Who sought me when I needed her-ah, when Did I not need her, solitary else?
R. H. STODDARD-Proem. L. 87.
The Poet in his Art Must intimate the whole, and say the smallest
part. W.W. STORY—The Unexpressed.
For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, The best good man with the worst-natured muse. EARL OF ROCHESTER. An allusion to HORACE -Satire X. Bk. I.
(See also GOLDSMITH)
Then, rising with Aurora's light,
(See also LYTTLETON, WALLER)