COLLECTION OF
QUOTATIONS
ON THE INTERNET
|
|
THE MOST EXTENSIVE COLLECTION OF QUOTATIONS ON THE INTERNET |
| Home | Biographical Index | Reading List | Search | Site Notes | Varying Hare Books | | |||
| GIGA Quotes | Quotes by Topic | Authors by Date | | |||
Oh, cruel heart! ere these posthumous papers Have met thine eyes, I shall be out of breath; Those cruel eyes, like two funereal tapers, Have only lighted me the way to death. Perchance thou wilt extinguish them in vapours, When I am gone, and green grass covereth Thy lover, lost; but it will be in vain-- It will not bring the vital spark again. - A Valentine [Valentines] The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no Salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam. - All Round my Hat [Hatters] Now, really, this appears the common case Of putting too much Sabbath into Sunday-- But what is your opinion, Mrs. Grundy? - An Open Question (st. 1) [Sabbath] The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;-- Old age, begin sighing! - Autumn [Autumn] The year's in the wane, There is nothing adorning, The night has no eve, And the day has no morning;-- Cold winter gives warning. - Autumn [Autumn] When he's forsaken, Wither'd and shaken, What can an old man do but die? - Ballad [Age] It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast: It was the time of roses We pluck'd them as we pass'd. - Ballad--It was not in the Winter [Roses] One more unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! - Bridge of Sighs [Death : Misfortune] Over the brink of it Picture it--think of it, Dissolute man. Lave in it--drink of it Then, if you can. - Bridge of Sighs [Humanity] Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young and so fair! - Bridge of Sighs [Misfortune] 'Tis strange how like a very dunce, Man, with his bumps upon his sconce, Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he Has had, till lately, of Phrenology-- A science that by simple dint of Head-combing he should find a hint of, When scratching o'er those little pole-hills The faculties throw up like mole hills. - Craniology [Phrenology] Of horn and morn, and hark and bark, And echo's answering sounds, All poet's wit hath ever writ In dog-rel verse of hounds. - Epping Hunt (st. 10) [Chase] Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms. - Faithless Nellie Gray [Soldiers] Dreary rosmarye That always mourns the dead. - Flowers [Rosemaries] Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves. - Flowers [Jasmines] The cowslip is a country wench. - Flowers [Cowslips] The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me. - Flowers [Lilies] The pea is but a wanton witch In too much haste to wed, And clasps her rings on every hand. - Flowers [Peas, Sweet] The tulip is a courtly quean, Whom, therefore, I will shun. - Flowers [Tulips] The violet is a nun. - Flowers [Violets] The wolfsbane I should dread. - Flowers [Weeds] There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon. - Her Honeymoon [Swans] But she is vanish'd to her shady home Under the deep, inscrutable; and there Weeps in a midnight made of her own hair. - Hero and Leander (116) [Hair] Peace and rest at length have come, All the day's long toil is past; And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last!" - Home At Last [Home] Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies. - Hymn to the Sun (st. 4) [Sun] Displaying page 3 of 6 for this author: << Prev Next >> 1 2 [3] 4 5 6
|
|
