Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (14 March 1844 – 30 January 1881 / London)

poet Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

Quotations

  • ''We, in the ages lying
    In the buried past of the earth,
    Built Nineveh with our sighing,
    And Babel itself with our mirth;''
    Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (1844-1881), British poet. Ode (l. 17-20). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''For each age is a dream that is dying,
    Or one that is coming to birth.''
    Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (1844-1881), British poet. Ode (l. 23-24). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''We are the music-makers,
    And we are the dreamers of dreams,
    Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
    And sitting by desolate streams;
    World-losers and world-forsakers,
    On whom the pale moon gleams:''
    Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (1844-1881), British poet. Ode (l. 1-6). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''With wonderful deathless ditties
    We build up the world's great cities,''
    Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (1844-1881), British poet. Ode (l. 9-10). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''One man with a dream, at pleasure,
    Shall go forth and conquer a crown;''
    Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (1844-1881), British poet. Ode (l. 13-14). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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The Fountain of Tears

If you go over desert and mountain,
Far into the country of Sorrow,
To-day and to-night and to-morrow,
And maybe for months and for years;
You shall come with a heart that is bursting
For trouble and toiling and thirsting,
You shall certainly come to the fountain
At length,—to the Fountain of Tears.

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