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Quotes by Thomas Love Peacock
If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day. Old Weather Rhyme. When clouds appear like rocks and towers, The earth's refreshed by frequent showers. Old Weather Rhyme. Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, Curtain round the vault of heaven.— filed under Clouds
The evening red, the morning gray Are certain signs of a fair day. Old Weather Rhyme. How troublesome is day! It calls us from our sleep away; It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake, And sends us forth to keep or break Our promises to pay. How troublesome is day!— filed under Day
Dreams, which, beneath the hov'ring shades of night, Sport with the ever-restless minds of men, Descend not from the gods. Each busy brain Creates its own.— filed under Dreams
He bore a simple wild-flower wreath : Narcissus, and the sweet brier rose; Vervain, and flexile thyme, that breathe Rich fragrance; modest heath, that glows With purple bells; the amaranth bright, That no decay, nor fading knows, Like true love's holiest, rarest light; And every purest flower, that blows In that sweet time, which Love most blesses, When spring on summer's confines presses.— filed under Flirting
In a bowl to sea went wise men three, On a brilliant night in June: They carried a net, and their hearts were set On fishing up the moon.— filed under Folly
My steps have pressed the flowers, That to the Muses' bowers The eternal dews of Helicon have given : And trod the mountain height, Where Science, young and bright, Scans with poetic gaze the midnight-heaven. Yet have I found no power to vie With thine, severe necessity!— filed under Necessity
Day is ended, Darkness shrouds The shoreless seas and lowering clouds.— filed under Night
Poem written Oct., 1736. Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works Must yield at length to Time.— filed under Resignation
The present is our own; but while we speak, We cease from its possession, and resign The stage we tread on, to another race, As vain, and gay, and mortal as ourselves.— filed under Time
Time is lord of thee: Thy wealth, thy glory, and thy name are his. THOMAS LOVE PEACOCk-Tite. L. 71. Time, the foe of man's dominion, Wheels around in ceaseless flight, Scattering from his hoary pinion Shades of everlasting night.— filed under Time
To chase the clouds of life's tempestuous hours, To strew its short but weary way with flow'rs, New hopes to raise, new feelings to impart, And pour celestial balsam on the heart; For this to man was lovely woman giv'n, The last, best work, the noblest gift of Heav'n.— filed under Woman
My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air.— filed under Visions
See VOLTAIRE-A Philosophical Dictionary. Serpents. Sheep. A leap year Is never a good sheep year. Old English Saying. The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter.— filed under Animals-Swine