Beams Quotes
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On woman Nature did bestow two eyes, Like Hemian's bright lamps, in matchless beauty shining, Whose beams do soonest captivate the wise And wary heads, made rare by art's refining.
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There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And a white moon beams; There's a long, long night of waiting Until my dreams all come true, Till the day when I'll be going down that Long, long trail with you.
— Stoddard King, There's a Long, Long Trail. (Popular in the Great War).
No cord norcable cansoforciblydraw, orhold sofast, as love can do with a twined thread.The scorching beams under the equinoctial or extremity of cold within the circle Arctic, where the very seas are frozen, cold or torrid zonecannot avoid orexpel thisheat, fury, and rage of mortal men.
— 1621Anatomy of Melancholy, pt.3, section 2, member1, subsection 2.
The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day.
john dryden— 1678 MacFlecknoe (published1682), l.19-24.
The way your smile just beams The way you sing off key The way you haunt my dreams No, no! They can't take that away from me!
— 1937 'They Can't Take That Away from Me', song from the film musical Shall We Dance? (music by George Gershwin).
But we grow old, Ah! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Through all the circle of the golden year.
Tennyson— 1846 'The GoldenYear', l.47-51.
How sweet I roamed from field to field,And tasted all the summer's pride,Till I the prince of love beheld,Who in the sunny beams did glide!
william blake— Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 1
And we are put on earth a little space,That we may learn to bear the beams of love,And these black bodies and this sunburnt faceIs but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
william blake— The Little Black Boy, st. 4
Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee,When the ev'ning beams are set?
thomas campion— Shall I Come, Sweet Love, to Thee?
Stand still, you floods, do not defaceThat image which you bear:So votaries, from every place,To you shall altars rear.No winds but lovers' sighs blow here,To trouble these glad streams,On which no star from any sphereDid ever dart such beams.
thomas carew— "On Sight Of A Gentlewoman's Face In The Water".
There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity; but which kindles up, and beams, and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.
washington irving— "The Wife".
Sometimes an hour of Fate's serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
bayard taylor— Bayard Taylor, Ad Amicos.
Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers Is reason to the soul; and as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky Not light us here, so reason's glimmering ray Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day: And as those nightly tapers disappear When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere, So pale grows reason at religion's sight, So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
john dryden— Religio Laici (1682).
The rest to some faint meaning make pretense, But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day.
john dryden— l. 19-24. (Mac Flecknoe (1682))
Why, you might read two sonnets, ere they reach To where the hurrying freshnesses aye preach A natural sermon o’er their pebbly beds; Where swarms of minnows show their little heads, Staying their wavy bodies ’gainst the streams, To taste the luxury of sunny beams Temper’d with coolness.
john keats— "I Stood Tiptoe", l. 72.
For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed; And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walked the waves.
john milton— Line 166. (Lycidas (1637))
An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun, or can insult like hissing or kicking; or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance with joy.
ralph waldo emerson— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Conduct of Life, Behavior.
Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over louring hills; Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
— Act II, scene 5, line 4.
One of those passing rainbow dreams, Half light, half shade, which fancy's beams Paint on the fleeting mists that roll, In trance or slumber, round the soul!
thomas moore— Thomas Moore, Lalla Rookh (1817), Fire Worshippers, Stanza 54.
At last, the golden orientall gate Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre, And Phœbus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate, Came dauncing forth, shaking his dewie hayre; And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre.
Edmund Spenser— Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1589-96), Book I, Canto V, Stanza 2.
As when the golden sun salutes the morn, And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, And overlooks the highest-peering hills.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus (c. 1584-1590), Act II, scene 1, line 5.
What whispers so strange at the hour of midnight, From the aspen leaves trembling so wildly? Why in the lone wood sings it sad, when the bright Full moon beams upon it so mildly?
— B. S. Ingemann, The Aspen.
She sang how in his ship a man would go From Belem to avenge the cruel shame. The weight it bears the ocean shall not know, That great Pacheco who shall justly claim Of Portuguese Achilles' glorious name; When he embarks, the surging waves his weight Shall feel, and all the vessel's beams and frame Shall groan oppressed beneath the burthen great, And in the water sink below its usual state.
— Translated by Robert Ffrench Duff, in The Lusiad of Camoens translated into English Spencerian verse (1880), p. 365
To-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived to-day.
Abraham Cowley— Abraham Cowley, A Vote, last lines.
This bottle's the sun of our table, His beams are rosy wine; We planets that are not able Without his help to shine.
Richard Brinsley Sheridan— Richard Brinsley Sheridan, The Duenna (1775), Act III, Scene 5.
This bottle's the sun of our table, His beams are rosy wine; We planets that are not able Without his help to shine.
Richard Brinsley Sheridan— Richard Brinsley Sheridan, The Duenna, Act III, scene 5.
An excellent man, like precious metal, is in every way invariable; A villain, like the beams of a balance, is always varying, upwards and downwards.
— Csoma de Koros quoted by Evans-Wentz in Stanza 74 Tibeton Yoga & Its Secret Doctrine p.61
