Pottery

The potter, digging the hoe in the ground, for days on end extracting the clay with his hands.

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What land is this? Yon pretty town And centre of the Potter's trade.

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I am content to be a bric-a-bracker and a Ceramiker.

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For a male person bric-a-brac hunting is about as robust a business as making doll-clothes.

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The very "marks" on the bottom of a piece of rare crockery are able to throw me into a gibbering ecstasy.

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Thou spring'st a leak already in thy crown,The first sharp motions of the forming wheel.

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Turn, turn, my wheel! Turn round and round Though all are made of clay!

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Figures that almost move and speak.

— Pottery

And yonder by Nankin, behold! Of flowers illumined by the sun.

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Said one among them: "Surely not in vainOr trampled back to shapeless Earth again."

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All this of Pot and Potter—Tell me then,Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?

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Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?

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