Chapter

 1 1|        himself with the terrible poetry that Lara has given to the
 2 1|   emotions in a final despair of poetry." ~"Don't you know," replied
 3 1|     carbonic acid gas, perfumes, poetry, and incredulity. ~"If the
 4 1|      Artists obeyed the voice of poetry which constrains them, and
 5 1|          eagerly - this gleam of poetry had aroused his interest. ~"
 6 2|          by the word love in our poetry and our talk; but I know
 7 2|      more than all the wealth of poetry? Not one of the mysterious
 8 2|     which can swallow up all the poetry that ever was written. How
 9 2|    emotion, gave no voice to any poetry in her life; her soul was
10 2|          her resemblance to this poetry of the impossible crossed
11 2|        but when will you instill poetry into the provincial intellect?
12 2|   Debauch is as surely an art as poetry, and is not for craven spirits.
13 3| understood poets, who understood poetry, and lived in luxurious
14 3|         a feeling for beauty and poetry, was instinct in the soul
15 3| nocturnal world of German ballad poetry. After the skin had been
16 3|         was a charm like that of poetry in it; for it grew and throve
17 3|       elaborate and conventional poetry. It was like none of our