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taste dues
It's nothing to do with us at all, our success is due to the taste of the public. Bon Scott
taste poet coarse
It is bad taste for a poet to be coarse and hairy. Aristophanes
taste bad-things
An early taste of death is not necessarily a bad thing. Charles Bukowski
taste
I am sure my music has a taste of codfish in it. Edvard Grieg
taste nipples momma
Everything I cook tastes better than yo' momma's nipples. Coolio
taste jugs break
You have to taste the sour urine before you break the jug. Clive Barker
taste
All our tastes are but reminiscences. Alphonse de Lamartine
taste majestic literature
There is something majestic in the bad taste of Italy. E. M. Forster
taste teach university
I suppose I have the tastes of someone who teaches at a university in the provinces. Andrew Davies
poet sad
Sad is the lot, who, once at least in his life, had not been a poet Alphonse Lamartine
poet poets today truest
All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the truest poets must be truthful. Wilfred Owen
poetry invisible keepsakes
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes. Carl Sandburg
poetry literature logic
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired. Edward Young
poetry poverty instinct
A person born with an instinct for poverty. Elbert Hubbard
poetry religion may
Out of the attempt to harmonize our actual life with our aspirations, our experience with our faith, we make poetry, - or, it may be, religion. Anna Jameson
poetry doe veils
A poet dares to be just so clear and no clearer; he approaches lucid ground warily, like a mariner who is determined not to scrape his bottom on anything solid. A poet's pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring. E. B. White
poetry bankers mysterious
Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker. Allen Tate
poetry pardon burned
For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd. Alexander Pope