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Poetry absolves spirituality from the dividedness of religions and provides us with a sanctuary that excludes no one.
The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.
A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.
One of the hardest labours of the just man is to expunge from his soul a malevolence which it is difficult to efface.
The definition of prayer is paying careful and concentrated attention to something other than your own constructions.
And none will hear the postman’s knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep
One of the troubles of our times is that we are all, I think, precocious as personalities and backward as characters.
Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.
To behold the day-break! The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.
If there's a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it when He's been away from home a week, and then gets back again.
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.
Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy maker is not by; Think not thou canst weep a tear And thy maker is not near.
Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.
Poe gives the sense for the first time in America, that literature is serious, not a matter of courtesy but of truth.
No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.
How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!
We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.
If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.
Misses! the tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry-- Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars That make ambition virtue.
A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.
Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of fear.
I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely.
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts
I bought abandon dearAnd sold all piety for pleasure.My own free spirit I have followed,And never will I give up lust.
Stadium rock and commercial rock are the opposite of what poetry needs. An audience of around 200 is ideal for poetry.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.
Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.
There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .
I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.
You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?
This is what poems are: with mercy for the greedy, they are the tongue's wrangle, the world's pottage, the rat's star.
I know when I go to a poetry reading, I feel purged, exulted. You let the poet guide you through some kind of journey.
Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins.
Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merelya marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots.
Our mind has its own ideal time, which is no other but the consciousness of the progressive development of our beings.
From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.
Every relationship can feel saturated by market logic or at best purchased at the price of the immiseration of others.
The defeats and victories of the fellows at the top aren't always defeats and victories for the fellows at the bottom.