Quotes
Quotes about Man
For contemplation he and valour form'd,
For softness she and sweet attractive grace;
He for God only, she for God in him.
His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
Adam the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring.
Spirits that live throughout,
Vital in every part, not as frail man,
In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins,
Cannot but by annihilating die.
Oft times nothing profits more
Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right
Well manag'd.
Left that command
Sole daughter of his voice.
The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day.
To many a youth and many a maid
Dancing in the chequer'd shade.
And ever against eating cares
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
In notes with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
That old man eloquent.
His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command.
As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
But as when an authentic watch is shown,
Each man winds up and rectifies his own,
So in our very judgments.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.
Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible she,
That shall command my heart and me.
The modest front of this small floor,
Believe me, reader, can say more
Than many a braver marble can,--
"Here lies a truly honest man!"
Fill all the glasses there, for why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?
So much one man can do,
That does both act and know.
Man's life is like unto a winter's day,--
Some break their fast and so depart away;
Others stay dinner, then depart full fed;
The longest age but sups and goes to bed.
O reader, then behold and see!
As we are now, so must you be.
Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!
Shining nowhere but in the dark;
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
Could man outlook that mark!
And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
And into glory peep.
