Apollo

There was a rocky valley between Buxton and Bakewell†divine as the vale of Tempe; you might have seen the gods there morning and eveningöApollo and the sweet Muses of the Light† You enterprised a railroad†you blasted its rocks away† And, now, every fool in Buxton can be at Bakewell in half-an-hour, and every fool in Bakewell at Buxton.

—Ruskin,John

   Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burne'  d is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man.

—Marlowe, Christopher

In sculpture, did ever anybody call the Apollo a fancy piece? Or say of the Laocoo«  n how it might be made different? A masterpiece of art has in the mind a fixed place in the chain of being, as much as a plant or a crystal.

—Emerson, RalphWaldo

Yea, is not even Apollo, with hair and harpstring of gold, A bitter God to follow, a beautiful God to behold?

—Swinburne, Algernon Charles

Ayoung Apollo, golden-haired, Stands dreaming on the verge of strife, Magnificently unprepared For the long littleness of life.

—Cornford, Frances ne¤  e Darwin