Books by Arthur Symons
Quotes by Arthur Symons
I have laid sorrow to sleep; Love sleeps. She who oft made me weep Now weeps. |
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They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, Creeping with little satchels down the street, And they remember, many years ago, Passing that way in silks. They wander, slow And solitary, through the city ways, And they alone remember those old days Men have forgotten. |
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And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover, Stoop to become your friend! |
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Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses. |
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Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air, Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile, Come to me out of the past, and I see her there As I saw her once for a while. |
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The gipsy tents are on the down, The gipsy girls are here; And it's O to be off and away from the town With a gipsy for my dear! |
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They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at watch they keep A treachery of silence; infinite. |
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Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders. |
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My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring. |
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The wind is rising on the sea, The windy white foam-dancers leap; And the sea moans uneasily, And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep. |
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I have loved colours, and not flowers; Their motion, not the swallows wings; And wasted more than half my hours Without the comradeship of things. |
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I heard the sighing of the reeds At noontide and at evening, And some old dream I had forgotten I seemed to be remembering. |
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Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me. |
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My life is like a music-hall, Where, in the impotence of rage, Chained by enchantment to my stall, I see myself upon the stage Dance to amuse a music-hall. |
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O my child, who wronged you first, and began First the dance of death that you dance so well? Soul for soul: and I think the soul of a man Shall answer for yours in hell. |
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What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves.... He must have the passion of a lover. |
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The gray-green stretch of sandy grass, Indefinitely desolate; A sea of lead, a sky of slate; Already autumn in the air, alas! One stark monotony of stone, The long hotel, acutely white, Against the after-sunset light Withers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone. |
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