Book XII: The Book and the Ring, line 873.
The Ring and the Book (1868-69)
Le poète est ainsi dans les Landes du monde.
Lorsqu'il est sans blessure, il garde son trésor.
Il faut qu'il ait au cœur une entaille profonde
Pour épancher ses vers, divines larmes d'or!
"Le Pin des Landes", line 13, in Poésies Complètes (Paris: Charpentier, 1845) p. 323; Miroslav John Hanak (ed.) Romantic Poetry on the European Continent (Washington: University Press of America, 1983) vol. 1, p. 415.
“Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.”
Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore, st. 1.
Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)
“O Divine Poet, me thy Verses please
More than soft slumber laid in quiet ease.”
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Bucolicks
Original text:
Agli artisti giovani d'Italia!
Il grido di ribellione che noi lanciamo, associando i nostri ideali a quelli dei poeti futuristi, non parte già da una chiesuola estetica, ma esprime il violento desiderio che ribolle oggi nelle vene di ogni artista creatore.
Source: 1910, Manifesto of Futurist Painters', Feb. 1910, p. 24: Lead paragraph
“A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.”
Know Thyself (1881)
Context: Clever though be the many thoughts expressed by mouth or pen about the invention of money and its enormous value as a civiliser, against such praises should be set the curse to which it has always been doomed in song and legend. If gold here figures as the demon strangling manhood's innocence, our greatest poet shews at last the goblin's game of paper money. The Nibelung's fateful ring become a pocket-book, might well complete the eerie picture of the spectral world-controller. By the advocates of our Progressive Civilisation this rulership is indeed regarded as a spiritual, nay, a moral power; for vanished Faith is now replaced by "Credit," that fiction of our mutual honesty kept upright by the most elaborate safeguards against loss and trickery. What comes to pass beneath the benedictions of this Credit we now are witnessing, and seem inclined to lay all blame upon the Jews. They certainly are virtuosi in an art which we but bungle: only, the coinage of money out of nil was invented by our Civilisation itself; or if the Jews are blamable for that, it is because our entire civilisation is a barbaro-judaic medley, in nowise a Christian creation.
“Carr was left with a ring, in the palm of his hand, a small gold circle, leading him nowhere.”
Scratch One, written under the pseudonym John Lange (1967)
On T. S. Eliot (1984) by Peter Ackroyd, in which the Eliot estate forbade quotation from Eliot’s books and letters, The New Yorker (25 March 1985)
