Anvils Quote by Horace Download Open image “And take back ill-polished stanzas to the anvil.” — Horace ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Anvils Ill Inspirational Poetry Polished
“Stand like a beaten anvil, when thy dream Is laid upon thee, golden from the fire. Flinch not, though heavily through that furnace-gleam The… — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
“Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old walls. Let me lift… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Thou must (in commanding and winning, or serving and losing, suffering or triumphing) be either anvil or hammer. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection… — Horace Copy Share Image
And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Perhaps poetry will be the canary in the mine-shaft warning us of what's to come. — Galway Kinnell Copy Share Image
“For all your days prepare, And meet them ever alike: When you are the anvil, bear-When you are the hammer, strike.” — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
“For all your years prepare, And meet them ever alike; When you are the anvil, bear-- When you are the hammer, strike. ” — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return! — John Milton Copy Share Image
Most poets' revisions are disastrous. They buckle and dent what was originally forged at a red-hot heat. — Michael Longley Copy Share Image
“And how about the "Daily Odes to the Benefactor"? Who can read them without bowing his head reverently before the selfless labors of this… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us… — Horace Copy Share Image
“Finxerunt animi, raro et perpauca loquentis. (To action little, less to words inclinded.)” — Horace Copy Share Image
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water. — Horace Copy Share Image
Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind. — Horace Copy Share Image
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.] — Horace Copy Share Image
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is a sweet and becoming thing to die for ones country. — Horace Copy Share Image
Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' shelves permit ordinary poets to exist. [Lat., Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae.] — Horace Copy Share Image
Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments. — Horace Copy Share Image
Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted… — Horace Copy Share Image
“You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she still will hurry back.” — Horace Copy Share Image
It is not only prayer that gives God glory but work. Smitting on an anvil, sawing a beam, whitewashing a wall, driving horses, sweeping,… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
The first time I saw nitroglycerine was in the beginning of the Crimean War. Professor Zinin in St. Petersburg exhibited some to my father… — Alfred Nobel Copy Share Image
Use truth as your anvil, nonviolence as your hammer and anything that does not stand the test when it is brought to the anvil… — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
Hammer the iron that lies on your anvil instead of daydreaming about working silver. — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
Many authors write like amateur blacksmiths making their first horseshoe; the clank of the anvil, the stench of the scorched leather apron, the sparks… — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I had lost too much of the heart and all the faith needed to stay afloat in a job where every human encounter felt… — Dinaw Mengestu Copy Share Image
Those who will find here a hold for their souls, an anvil for their hands, and vitality for their hearts, will build both their… — Berl Katznelson Copy Share Image
Death is not a blotting-out of existence, a final escape from life; nor is death the door to immortality. He who has fled his… — Paramahansa Yogananda Copy Share Image
We are to regard the mind, not as a piece of iron to be laid upon the anvil and hammered into any shape, nor… — Mark Hopkins Copy Share Image
