And then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.
John Keats (1795 - 1821)
Source: I Stood Tip-toe upon a Little Hill
Contributed by: Zaady
E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently.
Source: To One who has been long in City pent.
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
Source: Letter to Richard Woodhouse (27 October 1818)
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.
Source: Lamia. Part ii.
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.
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