Boston, Boston, Boston! Thou hast naught to boast on, But a Grand Sluice, and a high steeple; c.1500 A proud conceited ignorant people, And a coast where souls are lost on. Anonymous
Comment by visitor at the opening of the Grand Sluice, Boston, Lincolnshire,15 Oct. Quoted in Jennifer Westwood Albion (1985), ch. 6,'English Shires'.
'People can't die, along the coast,'said Mr Peggotty, 'except when the tide's pretty nigh out. They can't be born, unless it's pretty nigh innot properly born, till flood. He's a going out with the tide.' CharlesJohn Huffam Dickens
^50 On the death of Barkis. David Copperfield, ch.30.
The Europeans have scarcely visited any coast, but to gratify avarice, and extend corruption; to arrogate dominion without right, and practice cruelty without incentive But there isreason to hopethat the light of the gospel will at last illuminate the sands of Africa, and the deserts of America, though its progress cannot but be slow when it is so much obstructed by the lives of Christians. Samuel known as Dr Johnson Johnson
Introduction to The World Displayed.
And the three men I admired most, The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died. Don McLean
Politics is just like show businessa hell of an opening, you coast for a while, you have a hell of a closing. Ronald Wilson Reagan
In the NewYorkTimes, 23 Apr.
Now hang it! quoth I, as I look'd towards the French coasta man should know something of his own country too, before he goes abroad. Laurence Sterne
^67 Tristram.Tristram Shandy, bk.7, ch.2.
'Courage!' he said, and pointed toward the land, 'This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seeme' d always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Ulysses Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Tennyson
Poems,'The Lotos^Eaters', l.1^6.
It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though my own red roses there may blow; It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though the red roses crest the caps, I know. For the field is full of shades as I near theshadowy coast, And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost, And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host As the run-stealers flicker to and fro, To and fro: O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago! Francis ThompsonSearch Quotes Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2010 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
'At Lord's', poem dedicated to friends to explain why he could not attend a match at Lord's at their invitation for fear of the sadness it would cause him, remembering the long-dead friends who had played there (for Lancashire) back in1878.
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