Quotes About Verse

I mesmerized him with it, I saturated him with my vision, I pressed upon him, with a drunkard's wild generosity, all that I was helpless myself to put into verse.

Romans 8:9 we have an equally strong statement. Indeed, in two consecutive sentences in this verse, Paul directly refers to the divine Spirit as also "the Spirit of Christ." "But you are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God dwells in you. But if anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, he is not his." In

If epic poetry is a definite species, the sagas do not fall within it.

France is not poetic she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic.

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. Virgil, if I remember right, refers to it several times, but with too much Roman restraint. He does not let himself go on cheese. Except Virgil and the anonymous rhymer of "If all the trees were bread and cheese," I can recall no verse about cheese. Yet it has every quality which we require in exalted poetry. It is a short, strong word, and it rhymes to "breeze" and "seas." Cheese has also variety, the very soul of song.

Poetry is emotion put into measure.

Poetry cries melodic tears of verse.

Shredded prose is prose Twisted in heat to occasional rhythms, And broken savagely into irregular lengths, And packed and sold as verse. Yet Our lives and thoughts are prose, With only occasional bursts of rhythmic rapture And with frequent broken jumps of change. And so the prose-shredder Often hits us in more intimate spots Than the versifier, It must be admitted.

The adventitious beauty of poetry may be felt in the greater delight which a verse gives in happy quotation than in the poem.

Manu's verse quoted above, declares that the 'satisfaction of the mind is the only authority in cases of conflicting alternatives'. 54 The classical poet, Kalidasa, who lived in the fifth century AD , was of the same view: 'In matters where doubt intervenes, the [natural] inclination of the heart of the good person becomes the "authority" or the decisive factor.' 55

An even more telling side of that blindness was the way White spent his leisure time in those days. When not writing his editorials, designed either to puff Kansas business or elect the Republican ticket, he would pass the time composing "dialect verse

I tell you, once a girl's got a dose of novels she's a pushover for iambic pentameter.

I had heard that verse many times but in a flash of insight realized that one of the keys I had missed was that hadn't trained my mind to believe, to think positively, to have faith in either God or myself.

There are two ways to dislike poetry: One is to dislike it; the other is to read Pope.

Moom' and 'tomb' actually rhyme, which is something Dickinson hardly ever did, preferring near-rhymes such as 'mat/gate', 'tune/sun,' and 'balm/hermaphrodite.

Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!

To quote from Whitman, 'O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?' Answer. That you are here — that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

That you are here - that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

But no verse, not Stanhope's, not Shakespeare's, not Dante's could rival the original, and this was the original, and the verse was but the best translation of a certain manner of its life. The glory of poetry could not outshine the clear glory of the certain fact, and not any poetry could hold as many meanings as the fact.

Vic smelled the vast vault filled with books before she saw it... She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.

I've never cared for humming verse But what to do inside a jail? I'll hum some verse to pass long days I'll hum and wait till freedom comes.

Don't talk to me any more about poetry for months -- unless it is other men's work. I really love verse, even rubbish. But I'm fearfully busy at a novel, and brush all the gossamer of verse off my face.

He ragarded her in surprise. This was a different tune from the one he'd expected to hear, certainly a change from the verse she'd sung when he was a boy. Commitment to ones' name, to one's heritage, to that which the sacrifices of others had made possible -- that was the song he used to hear from Aunt Mary. "Yes, I do," she said, "If I've learned anything by now, it's that some things are too priceless to sacrifice for a name." - Mary and William

Work in the theater sharpened my verse and my cinema.