Poetry Quotes

Byron and Shelley and Keats Were a trio of lyrical treats. The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls, And Keats never was a descendant of earls, And Byron walked out with a number of girls, But it didn’t impair the poetical feats Of Byron and Shelley, Of Byron and Shelley, Of Byron and Shelley […]

Who says in verse what others say in prose.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

Write as you will In whatever style you like Too much blood has run under the bridge To go on believing That only one road is right. In poetry everything is permitted. With only this condition of course, You have to improve the blank page.

Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment.

When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock’s vast weight to throw, The line too labors, and the words move slow: Not so when swift […]

I’ve written some poetry I don’t understand myself.

The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.