Of pure poetry there are two kinds, that which mirrors the beauty of the world in which our bodies are, and that which builds the more mysterious kingdoms where geography ends and fairyland begins, with gods and heroes at war,… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Humanity, let us say, is like people packed in an automobile which is traveling downhill without lights at terrific speed and driven by a… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
It was the hour when gauze-winged insects are born that only live for a day. — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
If one who looked from a tower for a new star, watching for years the same part of the sky, suddenly saw it (quite… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
I have lived to see that being seventeen is no protection against becoming seventy, but to know this needs the experience of a lifetime,… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Then said Fate to Chance: "Let us play our old game again." And they played it again together, using the gods as pieces, as… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
Modern poets are bells of lead. They should tinkle melodiously but usually they just klunk. — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Nobody can tell you about that sword all that there is to be told of it; for those that know of those paths of… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“It is vey difficult to draw away from the face of God—it is like a warm fire, it is like dear sleep, it is… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“And the sword that had visited Earth from so far away smote like the falling of thunderbolts; and green sparks rose from the armour,… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“For a while, O King, the gods had sought to solve the riddles of Time, for a while They made him Their slave, and… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“...she gave thanks to the images of the stars for the joy she had had of the night, when the constellations shone in their… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
