GIGA THE MOST EXTENSIVE
COLLECTION OF
QUOTATIONS
ON THE INTERNET
Google
Search GIGA
Loading
Home
Page
GIGA
Quotes
Biographical
Name Index
Chronological
Name Index
Topic
List
Reading
List
Site
Notes
Crossword
Solver
Anagram
Solver
Subanagram
Solver
TOPICS:          A   B   C   D   E   F   G   H   I   J   K   L   M   N   O   P   Q   R   S   T   U   V   W   X   Y   Z
PEOPLE:    #   A   B   C   D   E   F   G   H   I   J   K   L   M   N   O   P   Q   R   S   T   U   V   W   X   Y   Z


ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN
English poet and novelist
(1841 - 1901)

Flash!
  Lightning, I swear!--there's a tempest brewing!
    Crash!
      Thunder, too--swift-footed lightning pursuing!
        The leaves are troubled, the winds drop dead,
          The air grows ruminant overhead--
            Splash!
              That great round drop fell pat on my nose.
                Flash! crash! splash!--
                  I must run for it, I suppose.
                    O what a flashing, and crashing, and splashing,
                      The earth is rocking, the skies are riven--
                        Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion,
                          Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven.
      - [Storms]

So bent on self-sanctifying,--
  That she never thought of trying
    To save her poor husband as well.
      - Fra Giacomo [Wives]

The earth is rocking, the skies are riven--
  Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion,
    Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven.
      - Horatius Cogitandibus (st. 16) [Storms]

Pansies? You praise the ones that grow today
  Here in the garden; had you seen the place
    When Sutherland was living!
      Here they grew,
        From blue to deeper blue, in midst of each
          A golden dazzle like a glimmering star,
            Each broader, bigger than a silver crown;
              While here the weaver sat, his labor done,
                Watching his azure pets and rearing them,
                  Until they seem'd to know his step and touch,
                    And stir beneath his smile like living things:
                      The very sunshine loved them, and would lie
                        Here happy, coming early, lingering late,
                          Because they were so fair.
      - Hugh Sutherland's Pansies [Pansies]

One fine day,
  Says Mister Mucklewraith to me, says he.
    "So! you're a poet in your house," and smiled.
      "A Poet? God forbid," I cried; and then
        It all came out: how Andrew slyly sent
          Verse to the paper; how they printed it
            In Poet's Corner.
      - Poet Andrew (l. 161) [Poets]

Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay!
  I had not been a married wife a twelvemonth and a day,
    I had not nursed my little one a month upon my knee,
      When down among the blue bell banks rose elfins three times three:
        They griped me by the raven hair, I could not cry for fear,
          They put a hempen rope around my waist and dragged me here;
            They made me sit and give thee suck as mortal mothers can,
              Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! strange and weak and wan!
      - The Fairy Foster Mother [Fairies]

And the voice of men shall call,
  "He is fallen like us all,
    Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:"
      And thine epitaph shall be--
        "He was wretched ev'n as we;"
          And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land.
      - The Modern Warrior (st. 7) [Epitaphs]


 WWW.GIGA-USA.COM     Back to Top of Page 
The GIGA name and the GIGA logo are trademarks registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office.
GIGA-USA and GIGA-USA.COM are servicemarks of the domain owner.
Copyright © 1999-2016 John C. Shepard. All Rights Reserved.
Last Revised: 2016 June 16
Click > HERE < to report errors