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A critic must accept what is best in a poet, and thus become his best encourager. - [Critics] Eccentricity is not a proof of genius, and even an artist should remember that originality consists not only in doing things differently, but also in "doing things better." - [Genius] Fashion is a potency in art, making it hard to judge between the temporary and the lasting. - [Fashion] Is there a rarer being, Is there a fairer sphere Where the strong are not unseeing, And the harvests are not sere; Where, ere the seasons dwindle They yield their due return; Where the lamps of knowledge kindle While the flames of youth still burn? - [Future] Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective. - [Egotism] Music waves eternal wands,-- Enchantress of the souls of mortals! - [Music] Natural emotion is the soul of poetry, as melody is of music; the same faults are engendered by over-study of either art; there is a lack of sincerity, of irresistible impulse in both the poet and the, composer. - [Emotion] Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence. - [Poetry] The critic's first labor is the task of distinguishing between men, as history and their works display them, and the ideals which one and another have conspired to urge upon his acceptance. - [Critics] The imagination never dies. - [Imagination] Thou are mine, thou hast given thy word, Close, close in my arms thou are clinging; Alone for my ear thou art singing A song which no stranger hath heard: But afar from me yet, like a bird, Thy soul in some region unstirr'd On its mystical circuit is winging. - [Matrimony] Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time. - [Luck] The trickling rain doth fall Upon us one and all; The south-wind kisses The saucy milkmaid's cheek, The nun's, demure and meek, Nor any misses. - A Madrigal (st. 3) [Equality] War! war! war! Heaven aid the right! God move the hero's arm in the fearful fight! God send the women sleep in the long, long night, When the breasts on whose strength they leaned shall heave no more. - Alice of Monmouth (VII) [War] The crystal-pointed tents from hill to hill. - Alice of Monmouth (XI) [War] No clouds are in the morning sky, The vapors hug the stream, Who says that life and love can die In all this northern gleam? At every turn the maples burn, The quail is whistling free, The partridge whirs, and the frosted burs Are dropping for you and me. Ho! hillyho! heigh O! Hillyho! In the clear October morning. - Autumn Song [October] Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are. - Beyond the Portals (pt. 10) [Character] Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet. - Blameless Prince (st. 51) [Meeting] When buttercups are blossoming, The poets sand, 'tis best to wed: So all for love we paired in Spring-- Blanche and I--ere youth had sped. - Bohemia [Buttercups] Give us a man of God's own mould Born to marshall his fellow-men; One whose fame is not bought and sold At the stroke of a politician's pen. Give us the man of thousands ten, Fit to do as well as to plan; Give us a rallying-cry, and then Abraham Lincoln, give us a Man. - Give us a Man [Lincoln, Abraham : Man] Lo, as I gaze, the statured man, Built up from you large hand appears: A type that nature wills to plan But once in all a people's years. - Hand of Lincoln [Lincoln, Abraham] Look on this cast, and know the hand That bore a nation in its hold; From this mute witness understand What Lincoln was--how large of mould. - Hand of Lincoln [Lincoln, Abraham] I drink deep draughts of its nectar. - Heliotrope [Heliotropes] O sweetest of all the flowerets That bloom where angels tread! But never such marvelous odor, From heliotrope was shed. - Heliotrope [Heliotropes] But, Virginians, don't do it, for I tell you that the flagon, Filled with blood of Old Brown's offspring, was first poured by Southern hands; And each drop from Old Brown's life-veins, like the red gore of the Dragon, May spring up a vengeful Fury, hissing through your slave-worn lands: And Old Brown, Osawatomie Brown, May trouble you worse than ever, when you've nailed his coffin down. - How Old Brown Took Harper's Ferry, written during Brown's Trial, Nov., 1859 [War] Displaying page 1 of 2 for this author: Next >> [1] 2
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