Christopher Smart

(11 April 1722 – 21 May 1771 / Kent, England)

Quotations

  • ''Glorious the northern lights astream;
    Glorious the song, when God's the theme
    Glorious the thunder's roar:
    Glorious hosanna from the den;
    Glorious the catholic amen;
    Glorious the martyr's gore:

    Glorious—more glorious is the crown
    Of him that brought salvation down
    By meekness, called thy Son;
    Thou that stupendous truth believed,
    And now the matchless deed's achieved,
    Determined, Dared, and Done.''
    Christopher Smart (1722-1771), British poet. A Song to David. . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
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  • ''Now's the time for mirth and play,
    Saturday's an holiday;
    Praise to heaven unceasing yield,
    I've found a lark's nest in the field.''
    Christopher Smart (1722-1771), British poet. Hymns for the Amusement of Children. . . Oxford Book of Children's Verse, The. Iona Opie and Peter Opie, eds. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''For in his morning orison she loves the sun and the sun loves him.''
    Christopher Smart (1722-1771), British poet. Jubilate Agno. . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
    For he knows that God is his Saviour.
    For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.''
    Christopher Smart (1722-1771), British poet. Jubilate Agno. . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
    For the dexterity of his defense is an instance of the love of God
    to him exceedingly.''
    Christopher Smart (1722-1771), British poet. Jubilate Agno. . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''For he purrs in thankfulness, when God tell him he's a good Cat.
    For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.''
    Christopher Smart (1722-1771), British poet. Jubilate Agno. . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''For every family had one cat at least in the bag.''
    Christopher Smart (1722-1771), British poet. Jubilate Agno. . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
    For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it chance.''
    Christopher Smart (1722-1771), British poet. Jubilate Agno. . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
    For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.
    For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships
    in his way.
    For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with
    elegant quickness.''
    Christopher Smart (1722-1771), British poet. Jubilate Agno. . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.

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The Sweets of Evening

The sweets of evening charm the mind,
Sick of the sultry day;
The body then no more confin'd,
But exercise with freedom join'd,
When Phoebus sheathes his ray.

While all-serene the summer moon
Sends glances thro' the trees,
And Philomel begins her tune,.

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