"Gritstone" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... struggle throws the thyrsus down, {110} To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie till I must ask "Do I live, am I dead?" There, leave me, there! For ye have stabbed me with ingratitude To death: ye wish it—God, ye wish it! Stone— Gritstone, a-crumble! Clammy squares which sweat As if the corpse they keep were oozing through— And no more lapis to delight the world! Well go! I bless ye. Fewer tapers there, But in a row: and, going, turn your backs {120} —Ay, like departing altar-ministrants, And leave ...
— Introduction to Robert Browning • Hiram Corson |
