W.h. Davies Quotes

Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied.

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. - Leisure

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows.

This man has talent, that man genius And here's the strange and cruel difference: Talent gives pence and his reward is gold, Genius gives gold and gets no more than pence.

I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind.

I had Ambition, by which sin The angels fell: I climbed and,step by step, O Lord, Ascended into Hell.

Cats – by day the most docile of God’s creatures, every one of them in the night enlisting under the devil’s banner – took the place by storm after the human voice had ceased.

No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began.

The finest scarf or collar made To keep a woman warm By night or day or sea or land Is still a lover's arm.

After hearing an answer, I drew in the chloroform in long breaths, thinking to assist the doctors in their work. In spite of this, I have a faint recollection of struggling with all my might against its effects, previous to losing consciousness; but I was greatly surprised on being afterwards told that I had, when in that condition, used more foul language in ten minutes delirium than had probably been used in twenty four hours by the whole population of Canada.

What a pity this beautiful, green world should have become verminous with humanity.

I do have a phone in New York. One night—at one in the morning!—I was awakened by Miss Bette Davis, the actress, calling from California to tell me how much she admired something of mine. She had no idea that it was anything later than ten o’clock at night where I was. “I don’t mind that, but in March, just before I left, the phone rang and a voice said: ‘We are going to castrate you and then kill you.’ All I could say to that was: ‘I think you have the wrong number.’ I’m quite sure he did.…

A turning point in the criticism of Hardy’s poetry came in his centenary year, in which W. H. Auden (1940) recorded his indebtedness to Hardy for his own education in matters of poetic technique. .......................... In a radio interview, Larkin defended his liking for Hardy’s temperament and way of seeing life: ‘He’s not a transcendental writer, he’s not a Yeats, he’s not an Eliot; his subjects are men, the life of men, time and the passing of time, love and the fading of love’. Larkin freely acknowledges the influence on him of Hardy’s verse, which results in his rejection of Yeats as a poetic model. ........................................ It is a similar kind of response that gave rise to an important study by Donald Davie (1973). Davie feels that ‘in British poetry of the last fifty years (as not in America) the most far-reaching influence, for good or ill, has been not Yeats, still less Eliot or Pound, not Lawrence, but Hardy’, and that this influence has been deleterious.

As they went home, that little boy began; 'Love me and, when I'm a big sailor-man, I'll bring you home more coral, silk, and gold, Than twenty-five four-funnelled ships could hold,' 'And fifty coffins carried to their grave, Will not have half the lilies you shall have: Now say at once that you will be my love - And have a pearl ten stallions could not move.

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. - Leisure

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. - Leisure

Що за живот е това, ако под товар от грижи, не ни остава време да спрем и да видим кое живота движи... Да се обърнем при досег с красотата, да се вгледаме как в танц въртят й се краката...