“O, Harpo Death and thy clanking harp, hear!”
Harpo Marx (1888–1964) American comedian
poem, Gregory Corso: Army
About
To Brooklyn Bridge, Stanza 8; from The Bridge
“O, Harpo Death and thy clanking harp, hear!”
Harpo Marx (1888–1964) American comedian
poem, Gregory Corso: Army
About
William Arthur (minister) (1819–1901) Wesleyan Methodist minister and author
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 323.
“Chorus of Furies: Living, you will be my feast, not slain at an altar”
Source: Oresteia (458 BC), Eumenides, line 305 (tr. Herbert Weir Smyth)
“Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long!”
Isaac Watts (1674–1748) English hymnwriter, theologian and logician
Hymn 19, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II.
Attributed from postum publications, Hymns and Spiritual Songs (1773)
“Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire,
Fly back and sing amidst this choir.”
Anne Bradstreet (1612–1672) Anglo-American poet
In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
The Ragged Wood http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1673/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Context: p>O hurry where by water among the trees<br>The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,<br>When they have but looked upon their images--<br>Would none had ever loved but you and I!Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed<br>Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,<br>When the sun looked out of his golden hood?--<br>O that none ever loved but you and I!O hurry to the ragged wood, for there<br>I will drive all those lovers out and cry—<br>O my share of the world, O yellow hair!<br>No one has ever loved but you and I.</p
Ramakrishna (1836–1886) Indian mystic and religious preacher
Source: The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna (1942), p. 155
“Its fury aims to shatter but our altars:
It scorns only the gods and never the mortals.”
Sa fureur ne va qu'à briser nos autels,
Elle n'en veut qu'aux dieux, et non pas aux mortels.
Stratonice, act I, scene iii
Referring to the early Christian church.
Polyeucte (1642)
“Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.”
John Muir (1838–1914) Scottish-born American naturalist and author
Source: The Wilderness World of John Muir