Quotes by Field, Eugene

Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear t >>

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That wh >>

A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet. >>

Quotations about Poetry and Poets

Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly rackin >>

The eye is the notebook of the poet. >>

I by no means rank poetry high in the scale of intelligence --this may >>

A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.

Field, Eugene