Charles Sprague
Charles Sprague (October 26, 1791 – January 22, 1875) was an early American poet.
Quotes
[edit]- Lo where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,
Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.- Curiosity, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
- Through life’s dark road his sordid way he wends,
An incarnation of fat dividends.- Curiosity, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
- Behold! in Liberty’s unclouded blaze
We lift our heads, a race of other days.- Centennial Ode. Stanza 22, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
- Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
In learned doctors’ spite;
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
And lap me in delight.- To my Cigar, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
- Gay, guiltless pair,
What seek ye from the fields of heaven?
Ye have no need of prayer,
Ye have no sins to be forgiven.- The Winged Worshippers
