“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
The quote "He is half of my soul, as the poets say." is famous quote by Madeline Miller (1978), American writer.
Source: The Song of Achilles
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“He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul.”
"A Little Cloud"
Dubliners (1914)
Context: He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen.
House of Commons, Hansard, 1 April 1981, 04:30am, volume 2 col 448 http://hansard.millbanksystems.com/commons/1981/apr/01/saving-for-things-done-under-a-licence#S6CV0002P0_19810401_HOC_593
Skinner may have been alluding to a classic joke http://quoteinvestigator.com/2014/04/19/half-fools/.
1980s
“Already madness lifts its wing
to cover half my soul.”
Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987)
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope… I have loved none but you.”
Variant: You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.
Source: Persuasion
Source: The compleat violinist: thoughts, exercises, reflections of an itinerant violinist http://books.google.co.in/books?id=qC0xAQAAIAAJ, Summit Books, 1 April 1986, p. 95
On starting off in poetry (as quoted in the book “Race and the Modern Artist” https://books.google.com/books?id=4XY8DwAAQBAJ&pg=PA208&lpg=PA208&dq)
“He that works and does some Poem, not he that merely says one, is worthy of the name of Poet.”
Introduction to Cromwell's Letters and Speeches (1845).
1840s
Essay of Dramatick Poesie (1668)
Context: To begin then with Shakespeare; he was the man who of all Modern, and perhaps Ancient Poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the Images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation: he was naturally learn'd; he needed not the spectacles of Books to read Nature; he look'd inwards, and found her there. I cannot say he is every where alike; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of Mankind. He is many times flat, insipid; his Comick wit degenerating into clenches; his serious swelling into Bombast. But he is alwayes great, when some great occasion is presented to him: no man can say he ever had a fit subject for his wit, and did not then raise himself as high above the rest of the Poets