Quotes about ramble, page 3

The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa
I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang
Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe
The solemn chords, and with a trembling hand,
Escaped with pain from that adventurous flight,
Now seek repose upon an humbler theme;
The theme though humble, yet august and proud
The occasion, - for the fair commands the song.
Time was when clothing, sumptuous or for use,
Save their own painted skins, our sires had none.
As yet black breeches were not, satin smooth,
Or velvet soft, or plush with shaggy pile.
The hardy chief upon the rugged rock
Washed by the sea, or on the gravelly bank
Thrown up by wintry torrents roaring loud,
Fearless of wrong, reposed his weary strength.
Those barbarous ages past, succeeded next
The birthday of invention, weak at first,
Dull in design, and clumsy to perform.
Joint-stools were then created; on three legs
[...] Read more
poem by William Cowper
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Admonition
WHEREFORE ever ramble on?
For the Good is lying near,
Fortune learn to seize alone,
For that Fortune's ever here.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!


Spilt Milk
WE that have done and thought,
That have thought and done,
Must ramble, and thin out
Like milk spilt on a stone.
poem by William Butler Yeats
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Our studio is kind of built into our home, so it's a place you can ramble, and we can do a pretty good recording here. The band is really comfortable her.
quote by Chris Frantz
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

With Poetry
With poetry
I have found a purpose
With poetry
things just seem easier
With poetry
words will dance the tango
With poetry
I can put meaning to my thoughts
With poetry
I can ramble on and on
With poetry
everything is easier
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Cut!
if i wanted to
paint fancy faces
all over this page
i could!
if i wanted to
ramble on and on
inastreamofconsciousness
a+riverstyx &back
i could!
but i just want
my open fist
to pop out
from this page
and grab you
[...] Read more
poem by Doug Bentley
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!


Bowles And Campbell
To the tune of 'Why, how now, saucy jade?'
Why, how now, saucy Tom?
If you thus must ramble,
I will publish some
Remarks on Mister Campbell.
ANSWER
Why, how now, Billy Bowles?
Sure the priest is maudlin!
(To the public) How can you, d--n your souls!
Listen to his twaddling?

Much Needed Vacation
No time do I spend,
Being absorbed in your nonsense.
I admit there were times I had been inquisitive.
Curious enough to let you ramble on,
As I allowed my mind to drift.
But of late,
No more time to that do I have to give.
Nor aspirin to take,
To numb a headache you make.
No time do I spend,
Being absorbed in your nonsense.
And being freed of it,
Feels like I've taken a good...
Much needed vacation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

James Dean
Orbits of Saturn fade like sate persiflage
Nothing there beyond the décor of rouge
No one lives in fame
Everyone shines
Words are vice
Her suicide note was perfect
They ramble like bloated poets
Love and pride in rhyme
I am in love with your money
Your fakeness
Your phony love sonnets
Your boring Helen Steiner Rice verse
I am the antithesis
We are made for one another
Cain Slew Abel
I write east of Eden
James Dean on a swing
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!


At Day-Close In November
The ten hours' light is abating,
And a late bird flies across,
Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,
Give their black heads a toss.
Beech leaves, that yellow the noon-time,
Float past like specks in the eye;
I set every tree in my June time,
And now they obscure the sky.
And the children who ramble through here
Conceive that there never has been
A time when no tall trees grew here,
A time when none will be seen.
poem by Thomas Hardy
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
