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Quotes from On Viol and Flute — Edmund Gosse

d. 1928 England

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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)

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

On Viol and Flute (1873)

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

On Viol and Flute (1873)

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)

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)

Attribution

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