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Clement Clarke Moore

"His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow."

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Donna Grant

"You need a poetic touch from the outer space? Then you need the moonlight!"

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Donna Grant

"I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty."

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Donna Grant

"Good poetry does not exist merely for the sake of itself, but rather, is a byproduct of yearning and growth; great poetry canonizes that yearning for the growth of others."

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Donna Grant

"The secret of poetry is never explained - is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, & the eternity it inherits. In every house a child that in mere play utters oracles, & knows not that they are such. 'Tis as easy as breath. 'Tis like this gravity, which holds the Universe together, & none knows what it is."

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Donna Grant

"The crown of literature is poetry."

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Donna Grant

"A poem can't do its work if you only read snippets of it."

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Donna Grant

"The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly."

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Donna Grant

"Women do not have as great a need for poetry because their own essence is poetry."

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Donna Grant

"From what the moderns want, we must learn what poetry should become; from what the ancients did, what poetry must be."

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Donna Grant

"One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose."

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Clement Clarke Moore
"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too."

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Clement Clarke Moore
"His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow."

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Clement Clarke Moore
"T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse."

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