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Quotes from Moods, Songs and Doggerels — John Galsworthy

1867–1933 England

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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest,
And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
For who would live so petty and unblest
That dare not tilt at something ere he die;
Rather than, screened by safe majority,
Preserve his little life to little end,
And never raise a rebel cry!

Moods, Songs and Doggerels (1912)

Raise up the banner of forlorn defence —
A jest to the complacency of crowds —
Bright-haloed with the one diviner sense:
To hold itself as nothing to itself;
And in the quest of its imagined star
To lose all thought of after-recompense!

Moods, Songs and Doggerels (1912)

Attribution

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