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Christopher Smart Quotes

d. 1771 England

Christopher Smart (11 April 1722 – 21 May 1771), otherwise known as "Kit Smart", "Kitty Smart", and "Jack Smart", was an English poet.

England
Poets

Also known as: Smart, Christopher

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Then comes rosy health from her cottage of thatch,
Where never physician hath lifted the latch.

Too hard for any frog's digestion,
To have his froghood call'd in question!

Fables (1750)

Behind him came Health from her cottage of thatch,
Where never physician had lifted the latch.

For flowers are peculiarly the poetry of Christ.

Jubilate Agno (1759)

Glorious the sun in mid-career;
Glorious th' assembled fires appear.

A Song to David (1763)

Well of all dogs it stands confess'd,
Your English bull dogs are the best.

Fables (1750)

For the flower glorifies God and the root parries the adversary.
For the flowers have their angels even the words of God's Creation.

Jubilate Agno (1759)

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.

Jubilate Agno (1759)

Ma'm, architecture you're not skill'd in,
I don't approve your way of building;
In this there's nothing like design,
Pray learn the use of Gunter's line.

Fables (1750)

Glorious the northern lights astream;
Glorious the song, when God's the theme;
Glorious the thunder's roar:
Glorious hosanna from the den;
Glorious the catholic amen;
Glorious the martyr's gore.

A Song to David (1763)

But stronger still, in earth and air,
And in the sea, the man of pray'r;
And far beneath the tide;
And in the seat to faith assigned,
Where ask is have, where seek is find,
Where knock is open wide.

A Song to David (1763)

For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.

Jubilate Agno (1759)

Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier—white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And, big with vengeance, beats the barber—black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o’erspread,
And beats the collier and the barber—red;
Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss’d,
And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.

For Adoration, incense comes
From bezoar, and Arabian gums,
And from the civet’s fur:
But as for prayer, or e’er it faints,
Far better is the breath of saints
Than galbanum or myrrh.

A Song to David (1763)

Night with all her negro train,
Took possession of the plain;
In an hearse she rode reclin'd.
Drawn by screech-owls slow and blind:
Close to her, with printless feet,
Crept Stillness in a winding sheet.

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Christopher Smart (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.