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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

by Plato Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a read more

Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.

by Gaston Bachelard Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the pearly shell
That murmurs of the far-off, murmuring sea;
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What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the pearly shell
That murmurs of the far-off, murmuring sea;
A precious jewel carved most curiously;
It is a little picture painted well.
What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the tear that fell
From a great poet's hidden ecstasy;
A two-edged sword, a star, a song--ah me!
Sometimes a heavy tolling funeral bell.

by Richard Watson Gilder 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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A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

by Oscar Wilde Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.

The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.

by Max Jacob Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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God is the perfect poet.

God is the perfect poet.

by Robert Browning 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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Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
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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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