John Conington quotes - page 2

Fear proves a base-born soul. (John Conington)
Me, guilty me, make me your aim, O Rutules! mine is all the blame; He did no wrong, nor e'er could do; That sky, those stars attest 'tis true; Love for his friend too freely shown, This was his crime, and this alone. View quote
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The journey down to the abyss Is prosperous and light: The palace gates of gloomy Dis Stand open day and night: But upward to retrace the way And pass into the light of day There comes the stress of labour; this May task a hero's might. View quote
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A woman's will Is changeful and uncertain still. View quote
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Each for himself, we all sustain The durance of our ghostly pain; Then to Elysium we repair, The few, and breathe this blissful air. View quote
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Huge, awful, hideous, ghastly, blind. View quote
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Tis thus that men to heaven aspire: Go on and raise your glories higher. View quote
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They can because they think they can. View quote
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What's kept at home you cancel by a stroke: What's sent abroad you never can revoke. View quote
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While memory lasts and pulses beat, The thought of Dido shall be sweet. View quote
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Is there, friend,' he cries, 'a spot That knows not Troy's unhappy lot? (John Conington)
O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers, Why make such game of this poor life of ours? View quote
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Too cruel, lady, is the pain, You bid me thus revive again. View quote
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In vain she strives with dying hands To wrench away the blade: Fixed in her ribs the weapon stands, Closed by the wound it made. Bloodless and faint, she gasps for breath; Her heavy eyes sink down in death; Her cheek's bright colors fade. View quote
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Fell lust of gold! abhorred, accurst! What will not men to slake such thirst? View quote
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I heard, fear-stricken and amazed, My speech tongue-tied, my hair upraised. View quote
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Snatch him, ye Gods, from mortal eyes! View quote
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Who hopes by strange variety to please, Puts dolphins among forests, boars in seas. View quote
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We have been Trojans: Troy has been: She sat, but sits no more, a queen. View quote
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From me you fly! Ah! let me crave, By these poor tears, that hand you gave- Since, parting with my woman's pride, My madness leaves me nought beside- By that our wedlock, by the rite Which, but begun, could yet unite, If e'er my kindness held you bound, If e'er in me your joy you found, Look on this falling house, and still, If prayer can touch you, change your will. View quote
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Blank verse really deserving the name I believe to be impossible except to one or two eminent writers in a generation. (John Conington)
There are few writers whose text is in so satisfactory a state as Virgil's. View quote
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Hush your tongues from idle speech. View quote
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I quail, E'en now, at telling of the tale. View quote
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War, dreadful war, and Tiber flood I see incarnadined with blood. View quote
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John Conington

Born: August 10, 1825
Died: October 23, 1869
Quotes count: 87
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