There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
John Keats (1795 - 1821)
Source: Lamia. Part ii.
Contributed by: Zaady
It can be said of him, when he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.
Source: Sir Walter Scott. London and Westminster Review, 1838.
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they?
Source: Burns. Edinburgh Review, 1828.
A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.
Poetry should please by a fine excess and not by singularity. It should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance.
Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.
Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?
Source: Addressed to Haydon. Sonnet x.
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
Source: The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 3.
To the very last, he [Napoleon] had a kind of idea; that, namely, of la carrière ouverte aux talents, - the tools to him that can handle them.
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