"Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory Array'd," the lilies cry, "in robes like ours; How vain your grandeur! Ah, how transitory Are human flowers!"
Horace Smith, Hymn to the Flowers]], Stanza 10.
Gentle sleep! Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above; And in new dreams not soon to vanish, bless My senses with the sight of her I love.Horace Smith
I need not ask thee if that hand, now calmed, Has any Roman soldier mauled and knuckled, For thou wert dead, and buried and embalmed, Ere Romulus and Remus had been suckled: Antiquity appears to have begun Long after that primeval race was run.Horace Smith
Thinking is but an idle waste of thought,And nought is everything and everything is nought.Horace Smith
In the name of the Prophet—figs.Horace Smith
And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!)In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago,When the Memnonium was in all its glory.Horace Smith
"Thy royal will be done—'tis just,"Replied the wretch, and kissed the dust;"Since, my last moments to assuage,Your Majesty's humane decreeHas deigned to leave the choice to me,I'll die, so please you, of old age."Horace Smith
In losing fortune, many a lucky elf Has found himself.Horace Smith
"Thy royal will be done 'tis just," Replied the wretch, and kissed the dust; "Since, my last moments to assuage, Your Majesty's humane decree Has deigned to leave the choice to me, I'll die, so please you, of old age."Horace Smith
Perhaps thou wert a priest, if so, my struggles Are vain, for priestcraft never owns its juggles.Horace Smith
Our charity begins at home, and mostly ends where it begins.Horace Smith
Day stars:;! that ope your frownless eyes to twinkle From rainbow galaxies of earth's creation, And dew-drops on her lonely altars sprinkle As a libation.Horace Smith
Ye bright Mosaics! that with storied beauty, The floor of Nature's temple tesselate, What numerous emblems of instructive duty Your forms create!Horace Smith