Quote#Love
No wonder round those urns of mingled clays
Quote byEdmund Gosse · 1849–1928
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: On Viol and Flute (1873), "Lying in the Grass", sts. 16–17.
English (original)
No wonder round those urns of mingled clays That Tuscan potters fashion’d in old days, And colour’d like the torrid earth ablaze,We find the little gods and loves portray’d, Through ancient forests wandering undismay’d, And fluting hymns of pleasure unafraid.
— Edmund Gosse
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