Andrew Lang Quotes

United Kingdom, Poet
March 13, 1844 – July, 20, 1912.

Andrew Lang, FBA (31 March 1844 – 20 July 1912) was a Scottish poet, novelist, literary critic, and contributor to the field of anthropology. He is best known as a collector of folk and fairy tales. The Andrew Lang lectures at the University of St Andrews are named after him.

Also known as Novelist, Critic

Here’s a pot with a cot in a parkIn a park where the peach-blossoms blew,Where the lovers eloped in the dark,Lived, died and were changed into twoBright birds that eternally flewThrough the boughs of the may, as they sang;’T is a tale was undoubtedly trueIn the reign of the Emperor Hwang.

Andrew Lang
- May
- Dark
There’s a joy without canker or cark,There’s a pleasure eternally new,’T is to gloat on the glaze and the markOf china that’s ancient and blue.

Andrew Lang
- Joy
- Blue

The windy lights of Autumn flare;I watch the moonlit sails go by;I marvel how men toil and fare,The weary business that they play!Their voyaging is vanity,And fairy gold is all their gain,And all the winds of winter cry,'My Love returns no more again.'

Andrew Lang
- Men
- Business
- Gold
If indeed there be a god in heaven.

Andrew Lang
- God
- Heaven
Among the various forms of science which are reaching and affecting the new popular tradition, we have reckoned Anthropology. Pleasantly enough, Anthropology has herself but recently emerged from that limbo of the unrecognised in which Psychical Research is pining.

Andrew Lang
- Science
- Popular
They hear like ocean on a western beachThe surge and thunder of the Odyssey.

Andrew Lang
- Ocean
Politicians use statistics in the same way that a drunk uses lamp-posts-for support rather than illumination.

Andrew Lang
- Support
- Drunk