Quotes
Quotes about Fame
Note 47.May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.
Richard Savage: Character of Foster.
May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep,
A shade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?
Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse,
Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known,
Defacing first, then claiming for his own.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.
Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
What rage for fame attends both great and small!
Better be damned than mentioned not at all.
Tranquillity! thou better name
Than all the family of Fame.
Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
With his back to the field and his feet to the foe,
And leaving in battle no blot on his name,
Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Go where glory waits thee!
But while fame elates thee,
Oh, still remember me!
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
What is the end of fame? 'T is but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper.
The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.
Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
But we left him alone with his glory.
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow.
The Duke of Wellington brought to the post of first minister immortal fame,--a quality of success which would almost seem to include all others.
Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame--to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.
And thus he bore without abuse
The grand old name of gentleman,
Defamed by every charlatan,
And soiled with all ignoble use.
No more subtle master under heaven
Than is the maiden passion for a maid,
Not only to keep down the base in man
But teach high thought and amiable words
And courtliness and the desire of fame
And love of truth and all that makes a man.
A few can touch the magic string,
And noisy Fame is proud to win them;
Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them!
Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold;
But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
Let us weep in our darkness, but weep not for him!
Not for him who, departing, leaves millions in tears!
Not for him who has died full of honor and years!
Not for him who ascended Fame's ladder so high:
From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.
Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside,
Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified.
They sang of love, and not of fame;
Forgot was Britain's glory;
Each heart recalled a different name,
But all sang Annie Lawrie.
