
Fragment ii.
Golden Sayings of Epictetus, Fragments
Source: Leaves of Grass
Fragment ii.
Golden Sayings of Epictetus, Fragments
Canto 1: st. 1, lines 1–10
The Hasty-Pudding (1793)
Context: Despise it not, ye Bards to terror steel'd,
Who hurl'd your thunders round the epic field;
Nor ye who strain your midnight throats to sing
Joys that the vineyard and the still-house bring;
Or on some distant fair your notes employ,
And speak of raptures that you ne'er enjoy.
I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,
My morning incense, and my evening meal,
The sweets of Hasty-Pudding. Come, dear bowl,
Glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul.
"Pride and Joy"
Song lyrics
Robert Graves, letter to Idries Shah, September 6, 1968; published in Between Moon and Moon: Selected Letters of Robert Graves 1946-1972, (1984), p. 272.
Criticism
“The clear, sweet singer with the crown of snow
Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below.”
Epistle to George William Curtis (1874)
“The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.”
Source: The Poetics of Reverie
Original: (it) Mia madre, una donna dall'animo dolce, buono, sensibile ed elegante, con un cuore grande. Una donna con personalità, dal carattere forte ed un coraggio che non conosce limiti.
Source: prevale.net