8 quotes
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)
What is it that will last?
All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)
Some, ’tis whisper’d, down in hell
Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell,
Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel.
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)
Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind,
In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined
On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)
Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;
O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)
There is no joy but calm!
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)
There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes.
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)