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All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[Nations are born in the hearts of poets, they prosper and die in the hands of politicians. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/65154]]></link><description><![CDATA[Nations are born in the hearts of poets, they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/65154</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/65072]]></link><description><![CDATA[Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/65072</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/64913]]></link><description><![CDATA[The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/64913</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I am what libraries and librarians have made me, with little assistance from a professor of Greek and poets. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/64904]]></link><description><![CDATA[I am what libraries and librarians have made me, with little assistance from a professor of Greek and poets.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/64904</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/63602]]></link><description><![CDATA[A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/63602</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appeared, And ages ere the Mantuan Swan was heard;  To carry nature lengths unknown ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46857]]></link><description><![CDATA[Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appeared, And ages ere the Mantuan Swan was heard;  To carry nature lengths unknown before,   To give a Milton birth, asked ages more.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46857</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[There is a pleasure in poetic pains, Which only poets know. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46858]]></link><description><![CDATA[There is a pleasure in poetic pains, Which only poets know.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46858</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[They best can judge a poet's worth, Who oft themselves have known  The pangs of a poetic birth  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46859]]></link><description><![CDATA[They best can judge a poet's worth, Who oft themselves have known  The pangs of a poetic birth   By labours of their own.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46859</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Greece, sound, thy Homer's, Rome thy Virgil's name, But England's Milton equals both in fame. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46860]]></link><description><![CDATA[Greece, sound, thy Homer's, Rome thy Virgil's name, But England's Milton equals both in fame.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46860</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sure there are poets which did never dream Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream  Of Helicon; we therefore ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46861]]></link><description><![CDATA[Sure there are poets which did never dream Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream  Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose   Those made not poets, but the poets those.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46861</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He koude songes make and well endite. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46852]]></link><description><![CDATA[He koude songes make and well endite.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46852</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46853]]></link><description><![CDATA[Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46853</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I have never yet known a poet who did not think himself super-excellent. [Lat., Adhue neminem cognovi poetam, qui sibi ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46854]]></link><description><![CDATA[I have never yet known a poet who did not think himself super-excellent. [Lat., Adhue neminem cognovi poetam, qui sibi non optimus videretur.]]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46854</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46855]]></link><description><![CDATA[Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46855</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And spare the poet for his subject's sake. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46856]]></link><description><![CDATA[And spare the poet for his subject's sake.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46856</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Poet without Love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46850]]></link><description><![CDATA[A Poet without Love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46850</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Most joyful let the Poet be; It is through him that all men see. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46851]]></link><description><![CDATA[Most joyful let the Poet be; It is through him that all men see.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46851</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[One fine day, Says Mister Mucklewraith to me, says he.  "So! you're a poet in your house," and smiled. ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46846]]></link><description><![CDATA[One fine day, Says Mister Mucklewraith to me, says he.  "So! you're a poet in your house," and smiled.   "A Poet? God forbid," I cried; and then    It all came out: how Andrew slyly sent     Verse to the paper; how they printed it      In Poet's Corner.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46846</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46847]]></link><description><![CDATA[Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46847</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And poets by their sufferings grow,-- As if there were no more to do,  To make a poet excellent, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46848]]></link><description><![CDATA[And poets by their sufferings grow,-- As if there were no more to do,  To make a poet excellent,   But only want and discontent.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46848</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him, Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample,  Catullus scarcely has ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46849]]></link><description><![CDATA[Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him, Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample,  Catullus scarcely has a decent poem,   I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example,    Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn     Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample;      But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one       Being with "Formosum Pastor Corydon."]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46849</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA["There's nothing great Nor small," has said a poet of our day,  Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46843]]></link><description><![CDATA["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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46843</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole!  Look up Godward! speak the truth in ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46844]]></link><description><![CDATA[O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole!  Look up Godward! speak the truth in   Worthy song from earnest soul!    Hold, in high poetic duty,     Truest Truth the fairest Beauty.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46844</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[God's prophets of the Beautiful, These Poets were. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46845]]></link><description><![CDATA[God's prophets of the Beautiful, These Poets were.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46845</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Singing and rejoicing, As aye since time began,  The dying earth's last poet   Shall be the earth's ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46837]]></link><description><![CDATA[Singing and rejoicing, As aye since time began,  The dying earth's last poet   Shall be the earth's last man.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46837</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46838]]></link><description><![CDATA[Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46838</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46839]]></link><description><![CDATA[A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46839</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Happy the poet who with ease can steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe.  [Lat., Heureux qui, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46840]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46840</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poets are sultans, if they had their will: For every author would his brother kill. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46841]]></link><description><![CDATA[Poets are sultans, if they had their will: For every author would his brother kill.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46841</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ah, poet-dreamer, within those walls What triumphs shall be yours!  For all are happy and rich and great  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46842]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46842</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The poet ranks far below the painter in the representation of visible things, and far below the musician in that ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46832]]></link><description><![CDATA[The poet ranks far below the painter in the representation of visible things, and far below the musician in that of invisible things.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46832</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The poet and the politician have this in common: their greatness depends on the courage with which they face the ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46833]]></link><description><![CDATA[The poet and the politician have this in common: their greatness depends on the courage with which they face the challenges of life]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46833</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46834]]></link><description><![CDATA[A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46834</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The union of the mathematician with the poet, fervor with measure, passion with correctness, this surely is the ideal ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46835]]></link><description><![CDATA[The union of the mathematician with the poet, fervor with measure, passion with correctness, this surely is the ideal]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46835</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46836]]></link><description><![CDATA[As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all, and thus would have been at the mercy of the Prefect]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46836</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46829]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46829</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The most important thing for poets to do is to write as little as possible. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46830]]></link><description><![CDATA[The most important thing for poets to do is to write as little as possible.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46830</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46831]]></link><description><![CDATA[A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/46831</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poets have said that the reason to have children is to give yourself immortality. Immortality? Now that I have five ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/20593]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/20593</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/5618]]></link><description><![CDATA[He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/5618</guid></item></channel></rss>