Lord Byron on Poetry
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“The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.”
“Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.”
“A certain lady went to see the show, Her real name I know not, nor can guess, And so we'll call her Laura, if you please, Because it slips into my verse with ease.”
“I by no means rank poetry high in the scale of intelligence—this may look like affectation—but it is my real opinion—it is the lava of the imagination, whose eruption prevents an earthquake”