Quote #12
And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.
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- And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
- Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.
- There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!
- 'Guess now who holds thee?'-'Death,' I said. But there The silver answer rang-'Not Death, but Love.'
- The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to search And wash the whole world …
- Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from the care Of watc…
- What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs …
- Hush, call no echo up in further proof Of desolation! there's a voice within That weeps . . . as thou must sing . . . alone, aloof.