“With smoking axle hot with speed, with steeds of fire and steam, Wide-waked To-day leaves Yesterday behind him like a dream. Still, from the hurrying train of Life, fly backward far and fast The milestones of the fathers, the landmarks of the past. But human hearts remain unchanged: the sorrow and the sin, The loves and hopes and fears of old, are to our own akin; And if, in tales our fathers told, the songs our mothers sung, Tradition wears a snowy beard, Romance is always young.” IfsHumansHeartStillsDreamPastRomanceYoungMotherSongFatherSinBehindsFireSorrowTraditionHotTrainWideSpeedYesterdayTalesSmokingHuman HeartOur FatherBeardSteamMilestoneHurryingLandmarksHopes And FearsHope And LoveSnowy Book:Narrative and Legendary Poems, Complete Volume I., the Works of Whittier Source: Narrative and Legendary Poems, Complete Volume I., the Works of Whittier
“What a wonderful work Wagner has done for humanity in translating the toil of life into the readable script of music! For those who seek the tale of other worlds his magic is silent; but earth-travail under his wand becomes instinct with rhythmic song to an accompaniment of the elements, and the blare and crash of the bottomless pit itself.” WorldDoneEarthSongHumanityWonderfulMagicElementsSilentInstinctScriptsTalesTranslateCrashToilPitsOther WorldsWandsWagner Author:Richard Wagner
“Legends of the Silver Stallion had been told for years now, whenever mountain stockmen met round the campfires or on the winding hill tracks. Songs were sung about him to the cattle and both songs and tales had become even stranger since his supposed death when he vanished through the wind and the night over a great cliff. Tales kept cropping up of a ghost horse seen, or imagined, roaming over the mountains at night, of stockmen waking in a hut at midnight, hearing the tremendous stallion’s cry which could only be Thowra’s” YearsNightSongCryWindMetsMountainHorseRoundsTrackStrangerHearingGhostTalesHillsSilverLegendsWakingMidnightCliffsCattleHutsRoamingCampfireStallions Author:Elyne Mitchell
“The life of reality is confused, disorderly, almost always without apparent purpose, whereas in the artist's imaginative life there is purpose. There is determination to give the tale, the song, the painting, form -- to make it true and real to the theme, not to life.” GivingArtRealRealityFormPurposeArtistSongPaintingDeterminationTalesConfusedThemeImaginative Book:The Sherwood Anderson reader Source: The Sherwood Anderson reader
“We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest.” KnowsMenHeartSongDiesStarsPoetProudTalesShipsGood ManSwearLiliesPilgrimageBeauty Of LifeMarvellousIsleLineage Author:James Elroy Flecker