Clockwork Princess - Fejezetek eleji idézetek

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CLOCKWORK PRINCESS



I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “In Memoriam A.H.H.”


1. fejezet
Marry on Monday for health,
Tuesday for wealth,
Wednesday the best day of all,
Thursday for crosses,
Friday for losses, and
Saturday for no luck at all.
—Folk rhyme


2. fejezet
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
—Edgar Allan Poe, “The Conqueror Worm”


3. fejezet
Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man
In me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
—Gerard Manley Hopkins, “Carrion Comfort”


4. fejezet
For to be wise and love
Exceeds man’s might.
—Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida


5. fejezet
Yea, though God search it warily enough,
There is not one sound thing in all thereof;
Though he search all my veins through, searching them
He shall find nothing whole therein but love.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne, “Laus Veneris”


6. fejezet
Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown’d,
Let darkness keep her raven gloss:
Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss,
To dance with death, to beat the ground.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “In Memoriam A.H.H.”


7. fejezet
If the past year were offered me again,
And choice of good and ill before me set
Would I accept the pleasure with the pain
Or dare to wish that we had never met?
—Augusta, Lady Gregory,
“If the Past Year Were Offered Me Again”


8. fejezet
You call it hope—that fire of fire!
It is but agony of desire.
—Edgar Allan Poe, “Tamerlane”


9. fejezet
The liquid ore he drained
Into fit moulds prepared; from which he formed
First his own tools; then, what might else be wrought
Fusil or graven in metal.
—John Milton, Paradise Lost


10. fejezet
For I wondered that others, subject to death, did live, since he whom I loved, as if
he should never die, was dead; and I wondered yet more that myself, who was to
him a second self, could live, he being dead. Well said one of his friends, “Thou half
of my soul”; for I felt that my soul and his soul were “one soul in two bodies”: and
therefore was my life a horror to me, because I would not live halved. And therefore
perchance I feared to die, lest he whom I had much loved should die wholly.
—Saint Augustine, Confessions, Book IV


11. fejezet
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
—Sarah Williams, “The Old Astronomer”


12. fejezet
Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell,
Is it, in Heav’n, a crime to love too well?
To bear too tender, or too firm a heart,
To act a lover’s or a Roman’s part?
Is there no bright reversion in the sky,
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
—Alexander Pope,
“Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady”


13. fejezet
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne’er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
—Gerard Manley Hopkins, “No Worse, There Is None”


14. fejezet
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep,
He hath awaken’d from the dream of life;
’Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife
Invulnerable nothings. We decay
Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief
Convulse us and consume us day by day,
And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley,
“Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats”


15. fejezet
Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
—Shakespeare, Macbeth


16. fejezet
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?
—Percy Bysshe Shelley,
“Lines: When the Lamp Is Shattered”


17. fejezet
Howe’er it be, it seems to me,
’Tis only noble to be good.
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “Lady Clara Vere de Vere”


18. fejezet
For this alone on Death I wreak
The wrath that garners in my heart:
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “In Memoriam A.H.H.”


19. fejezet
Now I will burn you back, I will burn you through,
Though I am damned for it we two will lie
And burn.
—Charlotte Mew, “In Nunhead Cemetery”


20. fejezet
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille,
Then took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
—Oscar Wilde, “The Harlot’s House”


21. fejezet
Bring me my bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
—William Blake, “Jerusalem”


22. fejezet
For till the thunder in the trumpet be,
Soul may divide from body, but not we
One from another
—Algernon Charles Swinburne, “Laus Veneris”


23. fejezet
Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale;
But half my life I leave behind:
Methinks my friend is richly shrined;
But I shall pass; my work will fail….
I hear it now, and o’er and o’er,
Eternal greetings to the dead;
And “Ave, Ave, Ave,” said,
“Adieu, adieu,” for evermore.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “In Memoriam A.H.H.”


24. fejezet
The measure of love is to love without measure.
—attributed to Saint Augustine


Epilógus
I say the tomb which on the dead is shut
Opens the Heavenly hall;
And what we here for the end of all things put
Is the first step of all.
—Victor Hugo, “At Villequier”