“While picking asters 'neath the Eastern fence,
My gaze upon the Southern mountain rests.”
Tao Yuanming (365–427) Chinese poet
In Selected Poems, trans. Gladys Yang (Chinese Literature Press, 1993), p. 62
“His are the quiet steeps of dreamland,
The waters of no-more-pain;
His ram’s bell rings ‘neath an arch of stars,
“Rest, rest, and rest again.””
Nod.
Help us to complete the source, original and additional information
Do you have more details about the quote "His are the quiet steeps of dreamland,
The waters of no-more-pain;
His ram’s bell rings ‘neath an arch of stars,
“Re…" by Walter de la Mare?
Walter de la Mare33
English poet and fiction writer 1873–1956Related quotes
“…in his fingers he has more skill than any of the rest of us.”
Arthur Rubinstein (1887–1982) Polish-American classical pianist
Rubinstein remarking on a performance by Maurizio Pollini — reported in Joanne Sheehy Hoover (March 13, 1981) "Captain Of the Keyboard", The Washington Post, p. C1.
Attributed
“To know and to do His will – this is our safety; this is our rest.”
James Hudson Taylor (1832–1905) Missionary in China
(J. Hudson Taylor. A Ribband of Blue and Other Bible Studies. London: China Inland Mission, n.d., 122).
David Gilmour (1946) guitarist, singer, best known as a member of Pink Floyd
"Childhood's End", on Obscured by Clouds (1972)
Context: You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too steep.
Is your conscience at rest if once put to the test?
You awake with a start to just the beating of your heart.
Just one man beneath the sky,
Just two ears, just two eyes.
“Now dews precipitate the night,
And setting stars to rest invite.”
John Conington (1825–1869) British classical scholar
Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book II, p. 39
“But love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.”
Eleanor Farjeon book Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard
Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1922)
Context: He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in their kiss love had reached its uttermost. But love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.
“But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.”
Charles Wolfe (1791–1823) Irish poet
The Burial of Sir John Moore.