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Edmund Gosse Quotes

d. 1928 England

Edmund William Gosse (21 September 1849 – 16 May 1928) was an English poet, author and critic.

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Also known as: Edmund William Gosse

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Canst thou not wait for Love one flying hour
O heart of little faith?

On Viol and Flute (1873)

The high-voiced children trebled clear and cold.

On Viol and Flute (1873)

The enchanted silence of the hours of dew.

New Poems (1879)

What curled and scented sun-girls, almond-eyed,
With lotos-blossoms in their hands and hair.

On Viol and Flute (1873)

Sophocles, the poet loved and feared,
Whose mighty voice once called out of her lair
The Dorian muse severe, with braided hair,
Who loved the thyrsus and wild dances weird.

New Poems (1879)

I watch his rough hands meet beneath her hair,
Their broken speech sounds sweet to me like prayer.

On Viol and Flute (1873)

In fair Provence, the land of lute and rose,
Arnaut, great master of the lore of love,
First wrought sestines to win his lady’s heart.

New Poems (1879)

The happy children! full of frank surprise,
And sudden whims and innocent ecstasies;
What godhead sparkles from their liquid eyes!

On Viol and Flute (1873)

The wizard silence of the hours of dew.

Ah! sovereign Love, forgive this weaker rhyme!
The men of old who sang were great at heart,
Yet have we too known woe, and worn thy rose.

New Poems (1879)

A sheep in sheep's clothing.

And see that girl, with pitcher on her head,
And clean white apron on her gown of red,—
Her even-song of love is but half-said:
She waits the youngest mower. Now he goes;
Her cheeks are redder than the wild blush-rose:
They climb up where the deepest shadows close.

On Viol and Flute (1873)

No wonder round those urns of mingled clays
That Tuscan potters fashion’d in old days,
And colour’d like the torrid earth ablaze,
We find the little gods and loves portray’d,
Through ancient forests wandering undismay’d,
And fluting hymns of pleasure unafraid.

On Viol and Flute (1873)

When brutes were deified,
And Memnon in the sunrise sprang and cried,
And love-winds smote Bubastis, and the bare
Black breasts of carven Pasht received the prayer
Of suppliants bearing gifts from far and wide!

Attribution

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