Poetry By Famous Poets Quotes

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date . . .

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

The true philosopher and the true poet are one,
and a beauty, which is truth,
and a truth, which is beauty,
is the aim of both.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

Everywhere I go I find that a poet has been there before me.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal but which the reader recognizes as his own.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.