“The present is our own; but while we speak, We cease from its possession, and resign The stage we tread on, to another race, As vain, and gay, and mortal as ourselves.”
Quote by Thomas Love Peacock
Work
This volume gathers together the poetic and theatrical compositions of Thomas Love Peacock, an English writer of the Romantic period who is better known for his prose satires than for his verse. The 1931 edition reflects scholarly interest in recovering Peacock's lesser-known works during the early twentieth century. Peacock's poems typically exhibit classical learning and ironic wit, while his plays, though never achieving theatrical success in his lifetime, demonstrate his engagement with dramatic form and contemporary cultural debates. The collection serves as a resource for readers interested in Peacock's literary output beyond his celebrated novels, offering insight into the range of his artistic endeavors and the intellectual milieu of early nineteenth-century English letters. more
Author
You May Also Like
“Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works Must yield at length to Time.”
“Time is lord of thee: Thy wealth, thy glory, and thy name are his.”
“Time conquers all, and we must time obey.”
“Time, like a flurry of wild rain, Shall drift across the darkened pane!”
“To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.”
“Que pour les malheureux l'heure lentement fuit! How slowly the hours pass to the unhappy.”
