Showing posts with label Walter Harte. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walter Harte. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

Unconditional surrender

 
Gustave Doré Death on the Pale Horse (1865)

 
 Surrender up to me thy captive breath;
My pow'r is nature's pow'r, my name is Death.
 
-- Walter Harte 

Friday, July 26, 2024

'Tis The Silly Season


 Both ways deceitful is the wine of pow'r;
When new 'tis heady, and when old 'tis sour.
 
-- Walter Harte

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Learn of me . . . my burden is light

Engraving by Jan Luyken of the narrow gate which leads to life
 
 
 
 
In days of poverty his heart was light;
He sung his hymns at morning, noon, and night.

-- Walter Harte

Monday, June 25, 2018

It takes a real genius to make poetry of a sow's pool

How ill mean neighbourhood your genius suits?
To live like Adam 'midst an herd of brutes!

-- Walter Harte

Sunday, April 29, 2018

In souls prepared . . .

In souls prepar'd, the passage is a breath
From time t'eternity, from life to death.

-- Walter Harte (1709-1774)