Quotes
Quotes about Age
When Israel, of the Lord belov'd,
Out of the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her mov'd,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.
Once, in the flight of ages past,
There lived a man.
That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of nonsense.
He passed a cottage with a double coach-house,--
A cottage of gentility;
And he owned with a grin,
That his favourite sin
Is pride that apes humility.
Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me."
O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,
Whose truths electrify the sage.
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,
Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?
I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near;
And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world,
A heart that was humble might hope for it here."
Let the soldier be abroad if he will, he can do nothing in this age. There is another personage,--a personage less imposing in the eyes of some, perhaps insignificant. The schoolmaster is abroad, and I trust to him, armed with his primer, against the soldier in full military array.
When tillage begins, other arts follow. The farmers therefore are the founders of human civilization.
Labour in this country is independent and proud. It has not to ask the patronage of capital, but capital solicits the aid of labor.
The almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages.
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.
None are so desolate but something dear,
Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
He who grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,
So that no wonder waits him.
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gather'd then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
History, with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime;
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?
Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe!
For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
Will back their own opinions by a wager.
