Usage examples for poet

  1. But a stone, its colour, light, quality, he enjoyed like a poet – Warlock o' Glenwarlock by George MacDonald
  2. Then he remembered what the poet had said to him. – Lady Anna by Anthony Trollope
  3. " I would like to hear more of your poet she said, gently, when Calvert had finished speaking. – Calvert of Strathore by Carter Goodloe
  4. It is a thing invented by a poet for himself. – The Trojan Women of Euripides by Euripides
  5. You shall read Chenier through to me from beginning to end; he is the lover's poet – Two Poets Lost Illusions Part I by Honore de Balzac
  6. She was a great poet my Miggles. – A Question of Marriage by Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey
  7. In all this, however, we have made no demand that the poet should see more than one thing at a time. – The Approach to Philosophy by Ralph Barton Perry
  8. Is a poet or a philosopher, ever born too late? – The Last Harvest by John Burroughs
  9. Oh, tell me, was ever poet so taken at his word before? – The Journal of Arthur Stirling "The Valley of the Shadow" by Upton Sinclair
  10. But I forget your friend, the poet – Love's Usuries by Louis Creswicke
  11. He was an eastern man and an old man, also he was a poet – Rose of Dutcher's Coolly by Hamlin Garland
  12. " No," said I. " Is he a poet – The Journal of Arthur Stirling "The Valley of the Shadow" by Upton Sinclair
  13. I am afraid that he is a poet – The Complete PG Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (The Physician and Poet not the Jurist)
  14. And he said,- No, you are a Poet – The Story of Anna Kingsford and Edward Maitland and of the new Gospel of Interpretation by Edward Maitland
  15. " Poet that you are, how well you tell a story! – The Grey Cloak by Harold MacGrath
  16. A poet as you observe. – Fernley House by Laura E. Richards
  17. " Or ever will be," said the poet – Pebbles on the Shore by Alpha of the Plough (Alfred George Gardiner)
  18. The poet answered: " Yes." – Romance of the Rabbit by Francis Jammes
  19. Then why should a poet make his bow In the year of nineteen hundred and now? – Impertinent Poems by Edmund Vance Cooke