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Christopher Pitt
18 quotes
“Be sure from nature never to depart; To copy nature is the task of art. The noblest poets own her sovereign sway, And ever follow where she leads the way.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Nor would I scruple, with a due regard, To read sometimes a rude unpolished bard, Among whose labours I may find a line Which from unsightly rust I may refine, And, with a better grace, adopt it into mine.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“To all, proportioned terms he must dispense, And make the sound a picture of the sense.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“As when sedition fires the ignoble crowd, And the wild rabble storms and thirsts for blood; Of stones and brands a mingled tempest flies, With all the sudden arms that rage supplies: If some grave sire appears, amid the strife, In morals strict, and innocence of life, All stand attentive, while the sage controuls Their wrath, and calms the tempest of their souls.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Ah, mighty Queen! you urge me to disclose, And feel, once more, unutterable woes.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Arms! arms! my friends, with speed my arms supply, 'Tis our last hour, and summons us to die; My arms!—in vain you hold me,—let me go— Give, give me back this moment to the foe. 'Tis well—we will not tamely perish all, But die revenged, and triumph in our fall.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Thrice round her neck my eager arms I threw; Thrice from my empty arms the phantom flew, Swift as the wind, with momentary flight, Swift as a fleeting vision of the night.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) first seen 1064 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Book II, line 1064
“Now on a towering arch of waves we rise, Heaved on the bounding billows, to the skies. Then, as the roaring surge retreating fell, We shoot down headlong to the depths of hell.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“But oh! may Earth her dreadful gulf display, And gaping snatch me from the golden day; May I be hurled, by Heaven's almighty fire, Transfixed with thunder, and involved in fire, Down to the shades of Hell, from realms of light, The deep, deep shades of everlasting night.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“I proved unfaithful to my former spouse, And now I reap the fruits of broken vows!”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“The shrill echoes ring amidst the skies.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Smooth lies the road to Pluto's gloomy shade, And hell's black gates for ever stand displayed, But 'tis a long unconquerable pain, To climb to these ethereal realms again.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“A mighty tree, that bears a golden bough.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Ye subterranean gods! whose awful sway The gliding ghosts and silent shades obey: O Chaos, hear! and Phlegethon profound! Whose solemn empire stretches wide around! Give me, ye great tremendous powers! to tell Of scenes and wonders in the depths of Hell; Give me your mighty secrets to display From those black realms of darkness to the day.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Be this your nobler praise in times to come, These your imperial arts, ye sons of Rome! O'er distant realms to stretch your awful sway, To bid those nations tremble and obey; To crush the proud, the suppliant foe to rear, To give mankind a peace, or shake the world with war.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) first seen 1209 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Book VI, line 1209
“Poor pitied youth! ... Bring fragrant flowers, the whitest lilies bring, With all the purple beauties of the spring; These gifts at least, these honours I'll bestow On the dear youth, to please his shade below.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) first seen 1259 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Book VI, line 1259
“So from a brazen vase the trembling stream Reflects the lunar or the solar beam: Swift and elusive of the dazzled eyes, From wall to wall the dancing glory flies: Thence to the ceiling shoot the glancing rays, And o'er the roof the quivering splendor plays.”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“But hear, ye gods! and Heaven's great ruler, hear, With due regard, a king's and father's prayer! My dear, dear Pallas, if the fates ordain Safe to return, and bless these eyes again: With age, pain, sickness, this one blessing give; On this condition I'll endure to live. But oh! if fortune has decreed his doom, Now, now, by death, prevent my woes to come; Now, while my hopes and fears uncertain flow, Now, ere she lifts her hand to strike the blow; While in these feeble arms I strain the boy, My sole delight, my last surviving joy. Ere the sad news of his untimely doom Shall bow this head with sorrow to the tomb!”
Christopher Pitt (1699–1748) said by 1748 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source