I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose,—words in their best order; poetry,—the best words in their best order.
Submitted by aferenc 6 months ago
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Oh sleep! It is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole.
Submitted by gkrieshok about 2 years ago
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Submitted by carolafinch about 2 years ago
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.
Submitted by robotnic over 2 years ago
Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.
Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process.
Submitted by KarenElissa over 2 years ago