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Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.

Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.

by Voltaire Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.

For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.

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It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.

It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.

by Stephen Mallarme Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

by Edgar Allan Poe Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

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

by Carl Sandburg Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.

For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.

by Samuel Butler Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.

Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.

by Edmund Burke Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.

Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.

by Plato 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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