Love's Voice (c.1935–1939)
Context: Such fable ours! However sweet,
That earlier hope had, if fulfilled,
Been but child's pap and toothless meat
— And meaning blunt and deed unwilled,
And we but motes that dance in light
And in such light gleam like the core
Of light, but lightless, are in right
Blind dust that fouls the unswept floor
For, no: not faith by fable lives,
But from the faith the fable springs
— It never is the song that gives
Tongue life, it is the tongue that sings;
And sings the song. Then, let the act
Speak, it is the unbetrayable
Command, if music, let the fact
Make music's motion; us, the fable.
“Oh, Tongue, give sound to joy and sing
Of hope and promise on dragonwing”
Source: Dragonsong
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American-Irish novelist 1926–2011Related quotes
Published 1755, Hymns, "Hark, the Glad Sound", Chambers Dictionary of Quotations, p. 278
“Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind!”
Part II, line 375
Pleasures of Hope (1799)
Context: Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been
Like angels visits, few and far between.
“I don't sing my mother tongue
No, this is not a love song”
"Amerika"
Reise, Reise (2004)
“Oh, if God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I’d go to hell with joy.”
Hindley Earnshaw (Ch. XVII).
Wuthering Heights (1847)
Pero ya duerme sin fin.
Ya los musgos y la hierba
abren con dedos seguros
la flor de su calavera.
Y su sangre ya viene cantando:
cantando por marismas y praderas,
resbalando por cuernos ateridos,
vacilando sin alma por la niebla,
tropezando con miles de pezuñas
como una larga, oscura, triste lengua,
para formar un charco de agonía
junto al Guadalquivir de las estrellas.
¡Oh blanco muro de España!
¡Oh negro toro de pena!
¡Oh sangre dura de Ignacio!
¡Oh ruiseñor de sus venas!
Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejias (1935)
“Sing, my tongue, the Savior's glory,
Of His Flesh the mystery sing;
Of the Blood, all price exceeding,
Shed by our immortal King.”
Pange, lingua, gloriosi
Corporis mysterium
Sanguinisque pretiosi,
Quem in mundi pretium
Fructus ventris generosi
Rex effudit gentium.
Pange, Lingua (hymn for Vespers on the Feast of Corpus Christi), stanza 1