Clay Court Season

Famous quotes containing the words clay, court and/or season:

    And here the precious dust is layd;
    Whose purely temper’d Clay was made
    So fine, that it the guest betray’d.

    Else the soule grew so fast within,
    It broke the outward shell of sinne,
    And so was hatch’d a Cherubin.
    Thomas Carew (1589–1639)

    As to “Don Juan,” confess ... that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?
    George Gordon Noel Byron (1788–1824)

    The season developed and matured. Another year’s installment of flowers, leaves, nightingales, thrushes, finches, and such ephemeral creatures, took up their positions where only a year ago others had stood in their place when these were nothing more than germs and inorganic particles. Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.
    Thomas Hardy (1840–1928)