Literature and Words

A boy has to peddle his book.

What never yet was heard in tale or song, From old or modern bard, in hall or bower.

Call forth thundering Aeschylus.

Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, Goddess, and about it.

With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots.

Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, and Future sees, Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk’d among the ancient trees.

Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch’s wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! 6 Where burning Sappho loved and sung.

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry— This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll— How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul!

Thus the theory of description matters most. It is the theory of the word for those For whom the word is the making of the world, The buzzing world and lisping firmament. It is a world of words to the end of it, In which nothing solid is its solid self.

A poet’s hope: to be,

Words are the tokens current and accepted for conceits, as moneys are for values.

In science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature, the oldest.

This is the sort of English up with which I will not put.

Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch’s wife,

Here lies a king, that ruled as he thought fit The universal monarchy of wit.

With words we govern men.

I gotta use words when I talk to you.

There is no Frigate like a Book

The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an ‘objective correlative’.

The intolerable wrestle