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Singing and rejoicing, As aye since time began, The dying earth's last poet Shall be the earth's last man.

Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.

Happy the poet who with ease can steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe.

Poets are sultans, if they had their will: For every author would his brother kill.

Ah, poet-dreamer, within those walls What triumphs shall be yours! For all are happy and rich and great In that City of By-and-by.

"There's nothing great Nor small," has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.

O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty.

God's prophets of the Beautiful, These Poets were.

One fine day, Says Mister Mucklewraith to me, says he. "So! you're a poet in your house," and smiled. "A Poet? God forbid," I cried; and then It all came out: how Andrew slyly sent Verse to the paper; how they printed it In Poet's Corner.

Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.

And poets by their sufferings grow,-- As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent.

Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him, Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample, Catullus scarcely has a decent poem, I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example, Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample; But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one Being with "Formosum Pastor Corydon."

A Poet without Love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.

Most joyful let the Poet be; It is through him that all men see.

He koude songes make and well endite.

Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.

I have never yet known a poet who did not think himself super-excellent.

Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.

And spare the poet for his subject's sake.