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O evanescent temples built of man
To deities he honoured and dethroned!
Earth shoots a trail of her eternal vine
To crown the head that men have ceased to honour.

— Eleanor Farjeon Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)

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It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.

Gypsy and Ginger (1920)

Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.

Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1922)

Thou God of stone, I have a craving in me
For knowledge of thee as thou wert in old
Enchanted twilights in Arcadia.

Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)

Of troubles know I none,
Of pleasures know I many —
I rove beneath the sun
Without a single penny.

Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)

Upon your shattered ruins where
This vine will flourish still, as rare,
As fresh, as fragrant as of old.
Love will not crumble.

Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)

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