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A poet makes a poem of everything; it is tragical or joyful, as things happen to strike his imagination; his lofty soul rejects all half-tones; he always prefers vivid and decided colors. In Raphael's soul this compassion produced a terrible poem of mourning and melancholy.

No wonder foreign critics see in Poe something far beyond that found in any other American, or in any British poet! Poe set to work to write "The Raven" as deliberately as a mechanic goes to work to make a machine, or an architect to build a house. It was all a matter of calculation with him.

All my poems are thus suggested by incidents in real life. I attach no value to poems snatched out of the air. You know Furnstein, the so-called poet of nature? He has written the most fascinating poem possible on hop-culture.

I was a wild and godless being once, although always reckoned a smart hand with the razor; Satan never took my cunning hand, as the poet says, away from me. Beau-ti-ful chin is yours, sir, I declare!" "Do you believe in the orthodox faith?" demanded Helwyse; "in miracles, and the Trinity, and so forth?"

There are few more pleasant pages in this book than those which record Tennyson’s relations with another poet who was blessed in his wifeBrowning. Knowles at the Hollies, Clapham Common.

"Another enemy!" thought the poet, when he found himself alone and stood erect in the glad consciousness of having done right. During Paaker's interview with the poet, the dwarf Nemu had chatted to the porter, and had learned from him all that had previously occurred.

Don't you know that the more money that kind of man has got, the more he cares for money? It's some fancy of his like having Lindau's funeral at his house By Jings, March, I believe you're his fancy!" "Oh, now! Don't you be a poet, Fulkerson!" "I do! He seemed to take a kind of shine to you from the day you wouldn't turn off old Lindau; he did, indeed. It kind of shook him up.

She would be happy to, and they arose and left the ball. It seemed to the young poet as if the pretty girl's arm trembled a little in his; but once upon the boulevard, flooded by the light from the silvery moon, Rosine slackened her steps and became pensive, and her eyes were lowered when Amedee sought a glance from them in the obscurity.

There are 81 in the list. I did not need them all, but I have knocked down 66 of them; which is a good bag, it seems to me, for a person not in the business. Perhaps a poet laureate could do better, but a poet laureate gets wages, and that is different. When I write poetry I do not get any wages; often I lose money by it.

The poet describes her ascending to Heaven, and casting one last look upon this miserable earth, whose miseries seem without end, and whose joys are of such short duration. "Then his great poem 'Psychomachia' is the first example in mediaeval literature of allegorical poetry, the most Christian of all forms of art. "Faith, her shoulders bare, her hair free, advances, eager for the fight.