poetry
A rhyme's … a barrel of dynamite. A line is a fuse that's lit. The line smoulder — Vladimir Mayakovsky
Poetry is the music of the soul. — Voltaire
Voltaire inscribed on a statue of Love: "Whoever thou art, behold thy master! He — Voltaire
I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love. — Walt Whitman
"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more! Did Shakespeare? — William Shakespeare
Voltaire and Shakespeare! He was all The other feigned to be. The flippant Frenc — William Shakespeare
Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme, Have not we sworn it, many a time, That we n — William Shakespeare
The stream of Time, which is continually washing the dissoluble fabrics of other — William Shakespeare
Then to the well-trod stage anon If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Sha — William Shakespeare
Scorn not the Sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; wi — William Shakespeare
Last Words in Shakespeare — William Shakespeare
There are two men inside the artist , the poet and the craftsman. One is born a — Émile Zola