Sunday, January 4, 2009

Joseph Addison Quotes

Joseph Addison was born in Wiltshire in May 1672. He was educated at Lamberton University and at Charterhouse School. It was at the latter that Addison met Richard Steele. They would soon distinguish themselves as essay-writers. However, Addison began his literary career as a poet. In fact, Addison's first major work, which was published in 1694, dealt with the lives of English poets. Here are a few quotes from some of Joseph Addison's verse.

Cato, Act II, Scene 1
True fortitude is seen in great exploits
That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides;
All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.

Cato, Act II, Scene 5
Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.

Cato, Act V, Scene 1
It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well!
-- Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?

Ode
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

Spectator No. 68
In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow,
Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,
Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee,
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

A Letter From Italy
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise

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Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-82) was a major figure in American literature. His life was plagued with his bad health and that of his dear ones. Here is a collection of Ralph Waldo Emerson quotes to introduce you to the quintessential Ralph Waldo Emerson.
If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him.


It is as impossible for a man to be cheated by any one but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the same time.


There is no great and no small, To the Soul that maketh all; And where it cometh, all things are; And it cometh everywhere.


If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways, I keep and pass and turn again.


When Shakespeare is charged with debts to his authors, Landor replies, “Yet he was more original than his originals. He breathed upon dead bodies and brought them into life.”


Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?


Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it.


I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things, Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.


I like a church; I like a cowl; I like a prophet of the soul; And on my heart monastic aisles, Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles: Yet not for all his faith can see, Would I that cowléd churchman be.


The hand that rounded Peter’s dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew

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Quotes by John Keats

John Keats is a name that must figure in any list of the greatest English poets. But did you know that John Keats died at a very young age of 25? Just imagine the wealth of literature that he might have created had he lived longer. All the same, his existing body of work itself is so rich that he stands as a literary giant. This is a list of memorable John Keats quotes.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever

The poetry of earth is never dead.

Hear ye not the hum, Of mighty workings?

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.

As though a rose should shut and be a bud again.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all, Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember,their green felcity

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Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

Poet, storyteller, and critic, Edgar Allan Poe is one of the most highly regarded writers of American literature. His originality is his hallmark. At his time, however, there was a lot of criticism about his neuroticism, glorification of death, and other unacceptable concepts. This is a collection of some of the most famous Edgar Allan Poe quotes

Sound loves to revel in a summer night.


All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream.


Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.


To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.


From a proud tower in the town, Death looks gigantically down.


Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!


This maiden she lived with no other thought, Than to love and be loved by me.


And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!


Can it be fancied that Deity ever vindictively, Made in his image a mannikin merely to madden it?


I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is Taste.


Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.


And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before.


Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.


Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells, Through the balmy air of night, How they ring out their delight!


And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams, Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams -- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams.


The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere -- The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October, Of my most immemorial year.


The object, Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object, Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable, to a certain extent, in poetry, far more readily attainable in prose.

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Alexander Pope Quotes

Often I am amazed at how quotations from authors and poets of the yesteryears -- such as Alexander Pope -- remain true even today. Read this list of quotes to see the inherent truth in the words of Alexander Pope. Famous Alexander pope quotes are favorites of quotation lovers everywhere. If you want me to include your favorite Alexander Pope quotes on this site, please fill out the quotation suggestion form.

Heaven first taught letters for some wretch’s aid, Some banish’d lover, or some captive maid.

Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

’T is true,’t is certain; man though dead retains, Part of himself: the immortal mind remains.

Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?

Reason’s whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words — health, peace, and competence.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib’d, their present state.

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another’s misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; And he whose fustian’s so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad.

Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.’T is more by art than force of num’rous strokes.

Stuff the head, With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, goddess, and about it.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country’s cause?

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice — A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

Of all the causes which conspire to blind, Man’s erring judgment, and misguide the mind; What the weak head with strongest bias rules — Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found — Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn’d to dance.’T is not enough no harshness gives offence — The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And spite of pride, in erring reason’s spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right

On this page is a collection of short quotations by Alexander Pope. It is interesting to see how much meaning can be conveyed in so few wor
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

At every word a reputation dies.

Achilles absent was Achilles still.

To err is human, to forgive divine.

The lot of man — to suffer and to die.

Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.

Woman’s at best a contradiction still.

A little learning is a dangerous thing.

In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!

For love deceives the best of womankind.

For too much rest itself becomes a pain.

And for our country’t is a bliss to die.

Praise undeserv’d is scandal in disguise.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown.

Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.

And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

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