31 match(es) found in quotations

Andrew Marvell :
What wondrous life in this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
[Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Garden (l. 33-40). . . The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, repr. 1985) Penguin.]
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Robert Burns :
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem.
[Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. To a Mountain Daisy (l. 1-6). . . World's Best Loved Poems, The. James Gilchrist Lawson, comp. (1927) Harper & Row.]
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Ezra Pound :
I ask a wreathwhich will not crush my head. And there is no hurry about it; I shall have, doubtless, a boom after my funeral, Seeing that long standing increases all things regardless of quality.
[Ezra Pound (1885-1972), U.S. poet. Homage to Sextus Propertius. . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.]
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Anne Sexton :
When a child stays needy until he is fifty oh mother-eye, oh mother-eye, crush me in the parent is as strong as a telephone pole.
[Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "One-Eye, Two-Eyes, Three-Eyes."]
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Allen Tate :
For now the moon with friendless light carouses On hill and housetop, street and marketplace, Men will plunge, mile after mile of men, To crush this lucent madness of the face....
[Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Ditty."]
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Arthur Clement Hilton :
Clinging close with the crush of the Python, When she maketh her murderous meal!
[Arthur Clement Hilton (1851-1877), poet. Octopus (l. 27-28). . . Faber Book of Comic Verse, The. Michael Roberts and Janet Adam Smith, eds. (Rev. ed., 1974; paperback 1978) Faber and Faber.]
Susan Brownmiller :
A requirement of femininity is that a woman devote her life to love—to mother love, to romantic love, to religious love, to amorphous, undifferentiated caring. The territory of the heart is admittedly a province that is open to all, but women alone are expected to make an obsessional career of its exploration, to find whatever adventure, power, fulfillment or tragedy life has to offer within its bounds. There is no question that a woman is apt to feel more feminine, more confident of her interior gender makeup, when she is reliably within some stage of love—even the girlish crush or the stage of unrequited love or a broken heart. Men have suffered for love, and men have accomplished great feats in the name of love, but what man has ever felt at the top of his masculine form when he is lovesick or suffering from heartache?
[Susan Brownmiller (b. 1935), U.S. feminist, author. "Emotion," Femininity, Fawcett (1984).]
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Cyril Connolly :
Never would it occur to a child that a sheep, a pig, a cow or a chicken was good to eat, while, like Milton's Adam, he would eagerly make a meal off fruits, nuts, thyme, mint, peas and broad beans which penetrate further and stimulate not only the appetite but other vague and deep nostalgias. We are closer to the Vegetable Kingdom than we know; is it not for man alone that mint, thyme, sage, and rosemary exhale "crush me and eat me!"Mfor us that opium poppy, coffee-berry, teaplant and vine perfect themselves? Their aim is to be absorbed by us, even if it can only be achieved by attaching themselves to roast mutton.
[Cyril Connolly (1903-1974), British critic. The Unquiet Grave, pt. 2 (1944, rev. 1951).]
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Percy Bysshe Shelley :
Here I swear, and as I break my oath may ... eternity blast me, here I swear that never will I forgive Christianity! It is the only point on which I allow myself to encourage revenge.... Oh, how I wish I were the Antichrist, that it were mine to crush the Demon; to hurl him to his native Hell never to rise again—I expect to gratify some of this insatiable feeling in Poetry.
[Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), British poet. letter, Jan. 3, 1811. The Letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley, vol. 1, no. 35, ed. Frederick L. Jones (1964).]
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Henry David Thoreau :
This world has many rings, like Saturn, and we live now on the outmost of them all. None can say deliberately that he inhabits the same sphere, or is contemporary, with the flower which his hands have plucked, and though his feet may seem to crush it, inconceivable spaces and ages separate them, and perchance there is no danger that he will hurt it.
[Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 411, Houghton Mifflin (1906).]
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