Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes About Lying

Quotes about: Lying

• Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Breakup, Sweet, Lying

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (1956). “Collected Poems”, HarperCollins Publishers

• Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun, But there exists no loom to weave it into fabric.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Educational, Lying, Fall

• I shall forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, Your little month, your little half a year, Ere I forget, or die, or move away, And we are done forever; by and by I shall forget you, as I said, but now, If you entreat me with your loveliest lie I will protest you with my favorite vow. I would indeed that love were longer-lived, And vows were not so brittle as they are, But so it is, and nature has contrived To struggle on without a break thus far,-- Whether or not we find what we are seeking Is idle, biologically speaking.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Lying, Struggle, Moving

  "Four Sonnets - IV" l. 9 (1922)

• She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Lying, Eye, Dust

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.185, eBookIt.com

• But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Girl, Lying, Home

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (1956). “Collected Poems”, HarperCollins Publishers

• When we are old and these rejoicing veins
  Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
  And out of all our burning there remains
  No feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream,
  This be our solace: that it was not said
  When we were young and warm and in our prime,
  Upon our couch we lay as lie the dead,
  Sleeping away the unreturning time.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Dream, Lying, Sleep

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2003). “Selected Poems”

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