Who said...?

[Senna Jawa]

Who said these words:

Thou, Nature, art my goddess;
to thy law my services are bound.
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[champagne1982]

Who said these words:

Thou, Nature, art my goddess;
to thy law my services are bound.
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Shakespeare wrote the play in which the character speaks them...

 

[Angeline]

Who said these words:

Thou, Nature, art my goddess;
to thy law my services are bound.
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King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2

Spoken by Edmund:

“Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law
My services are bound. Wherefore should I
Stand in the plague of custom, and permit
The curiosity of nations to deprive me,
For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines
Lag of my brother? Why bastard? Wherefore base?
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land:
Our father’s love is to the bastard Edmund
Now, gods, stand up for bastards!”

 

[Senna Jawa]

King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2

Spoken by Edmund:

"[...]"

Thank you, Angeline.

Thus we may assume that Shakespeare was the one. About two and a half century later these words were used as a motto to a work by one of the nine greatest minds ever. He made these words sound more profound than in the earlier context, much more poetic.

BTW, there are more of the super-sharp minds these days than ever but most likely (??) there will not be any more of "the greatest minds", the last two of them died around the mid of the 20th century.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Everybody, feel free to add other quotes to this thread.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Shakespeare wrote the play in which the character speaks them...

Thak you, Champagne. (I almost missed your answer).

Get well, I keep my fingers crossed.

 

[WickedEve]

Like a poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not

 

[bluerains]

to be a sky lark...

Like a poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not

Shelly...to me ,,if its on the net ..I will find it...being a reference person...now...the lesser known stuff ...now thats another realm...

 

[WickedEve]

Shelly...to me ,,if its on the net ..I will find it...being a reference person...now...the lesser known stuff ...now thats another realm...

I guess everything is online now.

I'm using 1929 poetry book that I have. Let me find something harder...

Actually, let me post something well known and see if you know it without looking it up.


When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition sent
To be a moment's ornament

 

[bluerains]

I guess everything is online now.

I'm using 1929 poetry book that I have. Let me find something harder...

Actually, let me post something well known and see if you know it without looking it up.


When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition sent
To be a moment's ornament

I remember the poem keats maybe longfellow...eeee..been awhile...

 

[WickedEve]

I remember the poem keats maybe longfellow...eeee..been awhile...

First line is the same as the title and contains the word phantom.
Poet's first name is the same as, um, Clinton's.

 

[annaswirls]

First line is the same as the title and contains the word phantom.
Poet's first name is the same as, um, Clinton's.

Is it Hillary Duff?

 

[Dawg]

To a Skylark
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art

Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun
O`er which clouds are brightening,
Thou dost float and run,
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a star of heaven
In the broad daylight
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear they shrill delight:

Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere,
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.

All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow`d.

What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.

Like a poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:

Like a high -- born maiden
In a palace tower,
Soothing her love -- laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:

Like a glow -- worm golden
In a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden
Its aerial hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:
Like a rose embower`d
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflower`d
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy -- winged thieves.
Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
Rain -- awaken`d flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.

Teach us, sprite or bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.

Chorus hymeneal
Or triumphal chaunt
Match`d with thine, would be all
But an empty vaunt --
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.

What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?

With thy clear keen joyance
Langour cannot be:
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee:
Thou lovest; but ne`er knew love`s sad satiety.

Waking or asleep
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.

Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now!

 

[Tzara]

I guess everything is online now.

I'm using 1929 poetry book that I have. Let me find something harder...

Actually, let me post something well known and see if you know it without looking it up.


When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition sent
To be a moment's ornament

William Wordsworth: "She Was a Phantom of Delight". One of the first poems I ever read.

 

[WickedEve]

Is it Hillary Duff?

Oh, I forgot about that Clinton.

 

[clutching_calliope]

Googlized

.....

 

[Liar]

Thus we may assume that Shakespeare was the one. About two and a half century later these words were used as a motto to a work by one of the nine greatest minds ever. He made these words sound more profound than in the earlier context, much more poetic.

Since you didn't say who, I went for a look. Google mentions Gauss as a significant user of the quote. Is that the great mind you refer to?

 

[DeepAsleep]

Easy one for ya

'The body in a tin can
empty of the soul
the crow is crowing
and two becomes one.'

 

[Tzara]

With the World Wide Internet! (I always feel like that title deserves an exclamation, and perhaps a megaphone that causes an echo:: internet-net-net) finding lines is a matter of typing.

I find where it becomes more of a challenge is where it can be translated differently.

This is a pretty straightforward poem. Any guesses?

Fremde Geige, gehst du mir nach?

Nacht

My neighbor's violin
plays strange songs.

At night, when I'm in bed
and restless, I sing along.

 

[ringle]

"Life is a game, the object of which is to discover the object of the game"

 

[annaswirls]

"the goggles, they do nothing"

 

[MyNecroticSnail]

Thank you, Angeline.

Thus we may assume that Shakespeare was the one. About two and a half century later these words were used as a motto to a work by one of the nine greatest minds ever. He made these words sound more profound than in the earlier context, much more poetic.

BTW, there are more of the super-sharp minds these days than ever but most likely (??) there will not be any more of "the greatest minds", the last two of them died around the mid of the 20th century.

I'm still here
sharp
and cutting as ever

 

[Senna Jawa]

Since you didn't say who, I went for a look. Google mentions Gauss as a significant user of the quote. Is that the great mind you refer to?

Yes. And he made these words so meaningful, so poetic.

Here are the greatest nine (in the chronological order):

Archimedes Newton Gauss
Abel Galois Riemann
Poincare Hilbert Einstein

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And the next league, so wonderful too (again in the chronological order):

Eudoxus Euclid Galileo Fermat Leibniz Euler Chebyshev

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Regards,

 

[TheGreatRaja]

Alfred E Newman .... What, Me Worry?

 

[Liar]

"People's whole lives do pass in front of their eyes before they die.
The process is called 'living'."