The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, / Doth 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. Mid. N.'s Dream, v. 1.
The poet's heart is an unlighted torch, which gives no help to his footsteps till love has touched it with flame. Lowell.
The poetry of the ancients was that of possession, 20 ours is that of aspiration; the former stands fast on the soil of the present, the latter hovers between memory and anticipation. Schlegel.
The point is not that men should have a great many books, but that they should have the right ones, and that they should use those that they have. John Morley.
The pomp of death is far more terrible than death itself. Nathaniel Lee.
The poor are only they who feel poor. Emerson.
The poor is hated even of his own neighbour. Bible.
The poor man's budget is full of schemes. 25 Pr.
The poor wren, / The most diminutive of birds, will fight, / Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. Macb., iv. 2.
The poor ye have always with you, but me ye have not always. Jesus.