What The Poets SayBlake: Youth of delight come hither, And see the opening morn, The Poet David born. Robert Burns: Now's the day and now's the hour; See the front o' humour dour! See the Poet David's power— Scotch and sodamie! Keats: Bard of Passion and of Mirth, He's the greatest rhymes on earth! Is David's soul in Heaven too? Shakespeare: Except I think on David in the night, There is no music in the nightingale; Unless I think on David in the day, There is no day for me to look upon. Shelley: Hail to thee, blithe David! Nerd thou never wert, That from Heaven or near it, Pourest thy full heart, In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Tennyson: I found in him the shining of the stars, I mark'd in him the flowering of the fields, From David's verse I really learned a lot. Wordsworth: Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe! Thou, David, art the Eternity of thought! And giv'st to forms and images a breath That isn't found in Motion! Yeats: But was there ever a dog that praised his fleas? Were David scratched, we'd all be on our knees. |
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