Careful Words

poetry (n.)

  Angling is somewhat like poetry,—men are to be born so.

Izaak Walton (1593-1683): The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1.

  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.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Table Talk.

  Simonides calls painting silent poetry, and poetry speaking painting.

Plutarch (46(?)-120(?) a d): Whether the Athenians were more Warlike or Learned. 3.

  The gloomy companions of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy madness of poetry without the inspiration.

Letters of Junius. Letter vii. To Sir W. Draper.

Most wretched men

Are cradled into poetry by wrong:

They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822): Julian and Maddalo. Line 544.

Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

William Cowper (1731-1800): Table Talk. Line 654.

The poetry of earth is never dead.

John Keats (1795-1821): On the Grasshopper and Cricket.

  From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness,—a system in which the two great commandments were to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife.

Thomas B Macaulay (1800-1859): On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830.

The poetry of speech.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 58.

  Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.

Izaak Walton (1593-1683): The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. iv.

Means not, but blunders round about a meaning;

And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad,

It is not poetry, but prose run mad.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 186.

  Ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of Plato. . . . To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being less suttle and fine, but more simple, sensuous, and passionate.

John Milton (1608-1674): Tractate of Education.

Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower

Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour

Have passed away; less happy than the one

That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove

The tender charm of poetry and love.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Poems composed during a Tour in the Summer of 1833. xxxvii.

We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine,

But search of deep philosophy,

Wit, eloquence, and poetry;

Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine.

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667): On the Death of Mr. William Harvey.