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Some cursed fraud
Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,
And me with thee hath ruined.

Some cursed fraud
Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,
And me with thee hath ruined.

by John Milton Found in: Fraud Quotes,
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Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all read more

Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

by Paul Engle Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.

Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.

by Samuel Johnson Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

by T. S. Eliot Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

by Marianne Moore Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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The true poem is the poet's mind.

The true poem is the poet's mind.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a
poem.

For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a
poem.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

by Carl Sandburg Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly read more

Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly on, and dash'd through thick and thin,
Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in;
Free from all meaning whether good or bad,
And in one word, heroically mad.

by John Dryden Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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