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    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.

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Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.

Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.

by Philip James Bailey Found in: Poets Quotes,
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A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

by Friedrich Nietzsche Found in: Poets Quotes,
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God's prophets of the Beautiful,
These Poets were.

God's prophets of the Beautiful,
These Poets were.

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Greece, sound, thy Homer's, Rome thy Virgil's name,
But England's Milton equals both in fame.

Greece, sound, thy Homer's, Rome thy Virgil's name,
But England's Milton equals both in fame.

by William Cowper Found in: Poets Quotes,
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And spare the poet for his subject's sake.

And spare the poet for his subject's sake.

by William Cowper Found in: Poets Quotes,
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Happy the poet who with ease can steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
[Lat., read more

Happy the poet who with ease can steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
[Lat., Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix legere
Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au severe.]

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Poets have said that the reason to have children is to give yourself immortality. Immortality? Now that I have five read more

Poets have said that the reason to have children is to give yourself immortality. Immortality? Now that I have five children, my only hope is that they are all out of the house before I die.

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Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; read more

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.

by Paul Engle Found in: Poets Quotes,
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Singing and rejoicing,
As aye since time began,
The dying earth's last poet
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Singing and rejoicing,
As aye since time began,
The dying earth's last poet
Shall be the earth's last man.

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