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 POETS

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Graecia Mseonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem. Greece boasts her Homer, Rome can Virgil claim: England can either match in Milton's fame. Salvaggi—Ad Joannem Miltonum. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Dkyden) * * * For ne'er Was flattery lost on Poet's ear; A simple race ' they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile. Searr-r-Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto IV. Last stanza. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Call it not vain:—they do not err. Who say that, when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies. Scott—Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto V. St. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I would the gods had made thee poetical. As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 15. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 346. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling. Dotn glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 12. POETS Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song. Shelley—Julian and Maddalo. L. 556. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be f yled. Spenser—Faerie Queene. Bk. IV. Canto II. St. 32. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Lydgate) I learnt life from the poets. Madame de Staël—Corinne. Ch.V. Bk. XVIII. With no companion but the constant Muse, Who sought me when I needed her—ah, when Did I not need her, solitary else? R. H. Stoddard—Proem. L. 87. The Poet in his Art Must intimate the whole, and say the smallest part. W. W. Story—The Unexpressed. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Then, rising with Aurora's light, The Muse invoked, sit down to write; Blot out, correct, insert, refine, Enlarge, diminish, interline. Swift—On Poetry. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Lyttleton, Waller}}) | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Unjustly poets we asperse: Truth shines the brighter clad in verse, And all the fictions they pursue Do but insinuate what is true. Swift—To Stella. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Villon, our sad bad glad mad brother's name. Swinburne—Ballad of Francois Villon. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life. Swinburne—Essays and Studies. Victor Hugo. L' Annie Terrible. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The Poet's leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years. Bayard Taylor—Poet's Journal. Third Evening. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. Tennyson-—In Memoriam. XXI. 6. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Lamartine}}) | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. | author = Tennyson | work = The Poet. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = For now the Poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old. But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry. | author = Tennyson | work = To, after Beading a Life and Letters. St. 4. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 608 }}