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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

by Edgar Allan Poe Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No read more

The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do.

by Mark Van Doren Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.

It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.

by Aristotle Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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To have great poets, there must be great audiences too.

To have great poets, there must be great audiences too.

by Walt Whitman Found in: Poetry Quotes,
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If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.

If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.

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Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

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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You speak
As one who fed on poetry.

You speak
As one who fed on poetry.

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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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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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