“We plucked down all His altars, left not one
Save where, perchance (and ah, the joy was fleet),
We laid our garlands in the sun
At the white Sea-born's feet.”

— Alfred Noyes

Resurrection
Collected Poems (1913)

Adopted from Wikiquote. Last update June 3, 2021. History

Help us to complete the source, original and additional information

Do you have more details about the quote "We plucked down all His altars, left not one Save where, perchance (and ah, the joy was fleet), We laid our garlands …" by Alfred Noyes?

Alfred Noyes 59

English poet 1880–1958

Related quotes

“Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea.
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.”

Walter Scott book Quentin Durward

Quentin Durward, Chap. iv.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
But we left him alone with his glory.”

Charles Wolfe (1791–1823) Irish poet

The Burial of Sir John Moore.

“Nearer my Father's house,
Where the many mansions be,
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea.

Nearer the bound of life,
Where we lay our burdens down,
Nearer leaving the cross,
Nearer gaining the crown.”

Phoebe Cary Nearer Home

Nearer Home, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

“Could be in a dream
Our clothes are on the beach
These prints of our feet
Lead right up to the sea
No one, no one is here
No one, no one is here
We stand in the Atlantic
We become panoramic...”

Kate Bush (1958) British recording artist; singer, songwriter, musician and record producer

Source: Song lyrics, Aerial (2005), A Sky of Honey (Disc 2)

“And in the morning when the sun rise.
Look in the water, see the blue sky.
As if heaven has been laid there at our feet.”

Conor Oberst (1980) American musician

Sausalito
Conor Oberst (2008)

“Godhood called, and he went, fleet-footed, to worship at his own altar.”

Clive Barker (1952) author, film director and visual artist

Part Eight “The Return”, Chapter xiii “A Fleeting Glimpse”, Section 1 (p. 402)
(1987), BOOK TWO: THE FUGUE

“Ah, yes, in that hour of our souls dream-driven,
In that high, white hour, O my wild sea-bride,
The tears and the years will be all forgiven, …
And all be justified.”

Edwin Markham (1852–1940) American poet

Source: The Shoes of Happiness, and Other Poems (1913), The Crowning Hour, III
Context: p>As we go star-stilled in the mystic garden,
All the prose of this life run there to rhyme,
How eagerly then will the poor heart pardon
All of these hurts of Time!Ah, yes, in that hour of our souls dream-driven,
In that high, white hour, O my wild sea-bride,
The tears and the years will be all forgiven, …
And all be justified.</p