200 match(es) found in quotations

Robert Frost :
"... You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw Caterwaul to the hills around the village As they both bite the wood. It's all our music. One ought as a good villager to like it. No doubt it has a sort of prosperous sound, And it's our life." "Yes, when it's not our death."
[Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."]
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John Crowe Ransom :
Where have I seen before, against the wind, These bright virgins, robed and bare of bonnet, Flowing with music of their strange quick tongue And adventuring with delicate paces by the stream,— Myself a child, old suddenly at the scream From one of the white throats which it hid among?
[John Crowe Ransom (1888-1974), U.S. poet. Vision by Sweetwater (l. 11-16). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.]
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Ralph Waldo Emerson :
Art is a jealous mistress, and, if a man have a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture or philosophy, he makes a bad husband and an ill provider.
[Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. The Conduct of Life, "Wealth," (1860).]
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Wallace Stevens :
We stand in the tumult of a festival. What festival? This loud, disordered mooch? These hospitaliers? These brute-like guests? These musicians dubbing at a tragedy, A-dub, a-dub, which is made up of this: That there are no lines to speak? There is no play.
[Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Auroras of Autumn."]
Walt Whitman :
Manhattan streets with their powerful throbs, with beating drums as now, The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets, (even the sight of the wounded,) Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus! Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me.
[Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun (l. 37-40). . . The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books.]
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Charles Baudelaire :
Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of the miracle of a form of poetic prose, musical but without rhythm and rhyme, both supple and staccato enough to adapt itself to the lyrical movements of our souls, the undulating movements of our reveries, and the convulsive movements of our consciences? This obsessive ideal springs above all from frequent contact with enormous cities, from the junction of their innumerable connections.
[Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. repr. In Complete Works, vol. 1, "Shorter Prose Poems," ed. Yves-GĂ©rard le Dantec, revised by Claude Pichois (1953). Dedication of Le Spleen de Paris, La Presse (Paris, August 26, 1862).]
John Keats :
Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know.... I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that—one is sure to get into some mess before evening.
[John Keats (1795-1821), British poet. Letter, August 28, 1819, to his sister Fanny Keats. Letters of John Keats, no. 146, ed. Frederick Page (1954).]
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William Butler Yeats :
From where Pan's cavern is Intolerable music falls. Foul goat-head, brutal arm appear, Belly, shoulder, bum, Flash fishlike; nymphs and satyrs Copulate in the foam.
[William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet. News for the Delphic Oracle (l. 31-36). . . The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.]
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Andrew Lang :
So gladly, from the songs of modern speech Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers, And through the music of the languid hours, They hear like ocean on a western beach The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.
[Andrew Lang (1844-1912), British poet. The Odyssey (l. 9-14). . . 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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John Ashbery :
Sometimes a musical phrase would perfectly sum up The mood of a moment. One of those lovelorn sonatas For wind instruments was riding past on a solemn white horse. Everybody wondered who the new arrival was.
[John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. "Märchenbilder."]
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