Poetry Quotes

The fog comes on silent haunches, and then moves on.

[Of Coleridge] His face when he repeats his verses hath its ancient glory, an Archangel a little damaged.

"Over the Mountains"If you seek for Eldorado!"

Keeping time, time, time,Bells, bells, bells.

"Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore —Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore.

"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Here once, through an alley Titanic,Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.

There is something in Poetry beyond Prose-reason; there are Mysteries in it not to be explained, but admired; which render mere Prose-men Infidels to their Divinity.