turn deaf ear

But I'm game to turn deaf ear to them, if you will only list, To that latest, strangest birth of time, the Imperial Socialist!

Although mankind, against night's dark surprise With sprinkled meal or salt ward off the ill, And often turn deaf ear to prophets wise, While dreams deceive them still;— May bright Lucina my foreboding mind From such vain terrors of the night redeem, For in my soul no deed of guilt I find, Nor do my lips blaspheme.