Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive. Alphonse de Lamartine More Quotes by Alphonse de Lamartine More Quotes From Alphonse de Lamartine Barbarism recommences by the excess of civilization. Alphonse de Lamartine barbarism excess civilization An artist should have more than two eyes. Alphonse de Lamartine eye should-have art He, who can create, abhors destruction. Alphonse de Lamartine destruction We are earth's children, and life is the same in sap as in blood; all that the earth, our mother, feels and expresses to the eye by her form and aspect, in melancholy or in splendor, finds an echo within us. Alphonse de Lamartine eye mother children And when night, guiding her bright train of stars, Throws o'er the sleeping world her gloomy veil, Lonely amidst the desert and the darkness, Musing upon the night's calm majesty; Wrapt up in quietness, with shade and silence, My soul more closely worshippeth Thy presence; With an internal day I feel enlighten'd, And hear a voice, which biddeth me to hope. Alphonse de Lamartine stars lonely sleep What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is sounded by death? Alphonse de Lamartine song life firsts What mortal is there, over whose first joys and happiness does not break some storm, dispelling with its icy breath his fanciful illusions, and shattering his altar? Alphonse de Lamartine storm joy happiness Soul of the universe, Sire, God, Creator, Lord, I believe in Thee, 'neath all these names: And without having need to hear thy word, In the sky's brow my glorious creed I trace. Alphonse de Lamartine god sky believe Shall not this bygone Eden that we knew In our Eternal Life have shape and hue? For where Time is not shall not all Time be? In that calm breast whereto our souls are cleaving Shall we not find our loved ones beyond grieving About the hearth-stone of Eternity? Alphonse de Lamartine eden heart grieving Death, with funereal shades in vain surrounds me, My reason through his darkness seeth light: 'Tis the last step which brings me close to Thee: 'Tis the veil falling, 'twixt Thy face and mine. Alphonse de Lamartine light death fall Too much I've seen, and felt, and lov'd in life, Living I come to seek Lethaean calm; Let me, fair scenes! forget all worldly strife, Oblivion solely is my bosom's balm. Alphonse de Lamartine calm too-much forget Hence life, as through a cloud, for me I see Vanish, and to the past's dark shade 'tis chas'd; As a grand image love remains to me-- Sole remnant of a dream, by morn effac'd. Alphonse de Lamartine dark dream past Ah! let us love, my Love, for Time is heartless, Alphonse de Lamartine heartless may time History teaches everything, even the future. Alphonse de Lamartine teaching philosophy art My dog! the difference between thee and me knows only our Creator. Alphonse de Lamartine thee differences dog Man, it seems, is not able to bear the languid rest on Nature's bosom, and when the trumpet sounds the signal of danger, he hastens to join his comrades, no matter what the cause that calls him to arms. He rushes into the thickest of the fight, and amid the uproar of the battle regains confidence in himself and his powers. Alphonse de Lamartine battle fighting men But Nature too, shakes off her sleep today; By May's mild sun we see reviv'd her frame, Around my window Venus' birds proclaim, The month most cherish'd backwards bends his way! Alphonse de Lamartine sleep bird today Experience is the only prophecy of wise men. Alphonse de Lamartine experience wise men I love the people because I believe in God. For, if I did not believe in God, what would the people be to me? I should enjoy at ease that lucky throw of the dice, which chance had turned up for me, the day of my birth; and, with a secret, savage joy, I should say, "So much the worse for the losers!--the world is a lottery. Woe to the conquered! Alphonse de Lamartine joy believe people It is for truth that God created genius. Alphonse de Lamartine genius
