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Delft

What land is this? Yon pretty town

 Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:

The pride, the market-place, the crown

 And centre of the Potter's trade.

- Longfellow—Keramos, line 66.

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+What land is this? Yon pretty town
-  I am content to be a bric-a-bracker and a Ceramiker.
+  Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:
-** S. L. Clemens (Mark Twain)—Tramp Abroad. Ch. XX.
+The pride, the market-place, the crown
+  And centre of the Potter's trade.
-  For a male person bric-a-brac hunting is about as robust a business as making doll-clothes.
+** Longfellow—Keramos, line 66.
-** S. L. Clemens (Mark Twain)—Tramp Abroad. Ch. XX.
-  The very "marks" on the bottom of a piece of rare crockery are able to throw me into a gibbering ecstasy.
-** S. L. Clemens (Mark Twain)—Tramp Abroad. Ch. XX.
-Thou spring'st a leak already in thy crown,
-A flaw is in thy ill-bak'd vessel found;
-'Tis hollow, and returns a jarring sound,
-Yet thy moist clay is pliant to command,
-Unwrought, and easy to the potter's hand:
-Now take the mould; now bend thy mind to feel
-The first sharp motions of the forming wheel.
-** Dryden—Third Satire of Persius. L. 35.
-There's a joy without canker or cark,
-  There's a pleasure eternally new,
-'Tis to gloat on the glaze and the mark
-  Of china that's ancient and blue;
-  Unchipp'd, all the centuries through
-It has pass'd, since the chime of it rang,
-  And they fashion'd it, figures and hue,
-  In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
-Here's a pot with a cot in a park,
-  In a park where the peach-blossoms blew,
-Where the lovers eloped in the dark,
-  Lived, died, and were changed into two
-  Bright birds that eternally flew
-Through the boughs of the May, as they sang;
-  'Tis a tale was undoubtedly true
-In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
-** Andrew Lang—Ballade of Blue China.
-Turn, turn, my wheel! Turn round and round
-Without a pause, without a sound:
-  So spins the flying world away!
-This clay, well mixed with marl and sand,
-Follows the motion of my hand;
-For some must follow, and some command,
-  Though all are made of clay!
-** Longfellow—Keramos. L. 1.
-Figures that almost move and speak.
-** Longfellow—Keramos. L. 236.
-And yonder by Nankin, behold!
-The Tower of Porcelain, strange and old,
-Uplifting to the astonished skies
-Its ninefold painted balconies,
-With balustrades of twining leaves,
-And roofs of tile, beneath whose eaves
-Hang porcelain bells that all the time
-Ring with a soft, melodious chime;
-While the whole fabric is ablaze
-  With varied tints, all fused in one
-Great mass of color, like a maze
-  Of flowers illumined by the sun.
-** Longfellow—Keramos. L. 336.
-Said one among them: "Surely not in vain
-  My substance of the common Earth was ta'en
-  And to this Figure moulded, to be broke,
-Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again."
-** Omar Khayyam—Rubaiyat. St. 84. FitzGerald's trans.
-All this of Pot and Potter—Tell me then,
-Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
-** Omar Khayyam—Rubaiyat. St. 87. FitzGerald's trans.
-  Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?
-** Romans. IX. 21.

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