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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.
Act II. Sc. 2. Merry Wives of Windsor.
Act V. Sc. 5. Farce du Vendeur des
Lieures. (16th Cen.) L'avocat Patelin
(Quoted by TYNDALE, 1530.) The Mouse
Trap. (1606) See BELOE Anecdotes of
Literature. II. 127. Also in MS. in
Cambridge University Library, England.
2. 5. Folio 9b. (Before 1500)

See also SPUNSER)


A poem round and perfect as a star.

ALEX. SMITH-A Life Drama. Sc. 2.


I was promised on a time,
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.
SPENSER-Lines on His Promised Pension.

See Fuller's Worthies, by NUTTALL. Vol.
II. P. 379.

(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.


Jewels five-words-long,
That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time
Sparkle for ever.
TENNYSON--Princess. Pt. II. L. 355.

(See also EASTWICK)
Tale tuum carmen nobis, divine poeta,
Quale sopor fessis in gramine.

Thy verses are as pleasing to me, O divine poet, as sleep is to the wearied on the soft turf. VERGILEcloge. V. 45.


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Verba togæ sequeris, junctura callidus acri,
Ore teres modico, pallentes radere mores
Doctus, et ingenuo culpam defigere ludo.

Confined to common life thy numbers flow,
And neither soar too high nor sink too low;
There strength and ease in graceful union

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.
IZAAK WALTONThe Compleat Angler. Pt. I.

Ch. IV.


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,
In some starv'd hackney sonneteer or me!
But let a lord once own the happy lines,
How the wit brightens! how the style refines.

POPE—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II. L. 418.

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,

So “Bonnie Doon” but tarry:
Blot out the epic's stately rhyme,

But spare his Highland Mary!
WHITTIER—Burns. Last stanza.


The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine.

POPEHorace. Bk. II. Ep. I. L. 267.

The vision and the faculty divine;
Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.

WORDSWORTH-The Excursion. Bk. I.

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Most joyful let the Poet be;
It is through him that all men see.
WILLIAM E. CHANNINGThe Poet of the Old

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

Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sévère
Happy the poet who with ease can steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
BOILEAU-L'Art Poetique. I. 75.
(See also DRYDEN, also Pops under

Ah, poet-dreamer, within those walls

What triumphs shall be yours!
For all are happy and rich and great

In that City of By-and-by.
A. B. BRAGDON—Two Landscapes.

“There's nothing great
Nor small," has said a poet of our day,
Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve
And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
E. B. BROWNING—Aurora Leigh. Bk. VII.

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. CHURCHILLIndependence. L. 295.



Adhuc neminem cognovi poetam, qui sibi non

optimus videretur.

I have never yet known a poet who did not think himself super-excellent. CICERO—Tusculanarum Disputationum. V.



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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 DENHAMProgress 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'ISRAELILiterary 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 DRAYTONTo 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? -
DRYDENThe Art of Poetry. Canto I. L. 75.
(See also BOILEAU)

Answer, ye evening tapers!
Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls,

Speak from your folded papers!
Three poets in three distant ages born,

HOLMESThe Poet's Lot. St. 3.
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd;
The next, in majesty; in both, the last.

In his own verse the poet still we find,
The force of nature could no further go;

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,DRYDENUnder 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.
HORACE-Ars Poetica. 372.

All men are poets at heart.
EMERSON-Literary Ethics.

Poets, the first instructors of mankind,
Brought all things to their proper native use.

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

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The clear, sweet singer with the crown of snow Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below! LOWELL-Epistle to George William Curtis. L.

43. Postscript.


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For a good poet's made, as well as born.
BEN JONSONTo the Memory of Shakespeare.

Trans. of Solus aut rex aut poeta non quo-
tannis nascitur. FLORUS-De Qualitate Vi-
. Fragment. VIII. Poeta nascitur non
fit. The poet is born not made. Earliest
use in CÆLIUS RHODIGINUS-Lectiones An-
tique. I. VII. Ch. IV. P. 225. (Ed.

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. LYDGATEThe 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 LYTTLETONPrologue 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,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;

Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne,
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies

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
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise, -

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
KEATS. On first looking into CHAPMAN'S

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:
For every author would his brother kill.
ORRERYPrologues. (According to JOHN-



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Valeant mendacia vatum.

Good-bye to the lies of the poets.
OVIDFasti. VI. 253.

Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.

PLATOThe 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.


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Tamen poetis mentiri licet.
Nevertheless it is allowed to poets to lie.

(Poetical license.)
Pliny the Younger—Epistles. Bk. VI. 21.
While pensive poets painful vigils keep,
Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.

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.



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I learnt life from the poets.

Ch. V.



Then from the Mint walks forth the man of

rhyme, Happy to catch me, just at dinner-time.

POPE-Prologue to Satires. L. 13.
The bard whom pilfer'd pastorals renown,
Who turrs a Persian tale for half a crown,
Just writes to mare his barrenness appear,
And strains from hard-bound brains eight lines

a year.
POPE-Prologue to Satires. L. 179.
And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad.

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. STORYThe 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,
The Muse invoked, sit down to write;
Blot out, correct, insert, refine,
Enlarge, diminish, interline.
SWIFT- On Poetry.



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