My chains fell off, my heart was free; I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
You’re always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.
One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose.
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.
Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.
A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.
Poetry we will call Musical Thought.