Quotes
Quotes about Wonder
Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.
This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping.
They may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder?
Soul of the age,
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage,
My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike.
Of no distemper, of no blast he died,
But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,--
Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner.
Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years,
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;
Till like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Angels listen when she speaks:
She's my delight, all mankind's wonder;
But my jealous heart would break
Should we live one day asunder.
Libertas et natale solum:
Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.
Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.
In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill,
For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thundering sound
Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around;
And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew
That one small head could carry all he knew.
And Katerfelto, with his hair on end
At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
To peep at such a world,--to see the stir
Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
He who grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,
So that no wonder waits him.
How wonderful is Death!
Death and his brother Sleep.
We hold that the most wonderful and splendid proof of genius is a great poem produced in a civilized age.
That wonderful book, while it obtains admiration from the most fastidious critics, is loved by those who are too simple to admire it.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before.
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day?
Through love to light! Oh wonderful the way
That leads from darkness to the perfect day!
