It cannot reasonably be doubted, but a little miss, dressed in a new gown for a dancing-school ball, receives as complete enjoyment as the greatest orator, who triumphs in the splendour of his eloquence, while he governs the passions and resolutions of a numerous assembly.David Hume: 1741-2 Essays Moral, Political and Literary,'The Sceptic'.
Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?Dorothy ne e Rothschild Parker: 1926 Enough Rope,'The Satin Dress', stanza1.
And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience to attain To something like prophetic strain.john milton: c.1631 Il Penseroso, l.167-74.
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage, And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.Sir Walter Raleigh: 1604 The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage.
Whereas my birth and spirit rather took The way that takes the town; Thou didst betray me to a lingering book, And wrap me in a gown.George Herbert: 'Affliction (1)', collected in The Temple, Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations (published posthumously,1633).
I...chose a wife, as she did her wedding gown, not for a fine glossy surface, but such qualities as would wear well.Oliver Goldsmith: Ch. 1. (The Vicar of Wakefield (1766))
Even children followed with endearing wile,And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.Oliver Goldsmith: Line 183.
On the breast of her gown, in fine red cloth, surrounded with an elaborate embroidery and fantastic flourishes of gold thread, appeared the letter A.Nathaniel Hawthorne: Chapter II: The Market-Place
I am indeed shrinking, but that's okay because I can buy my clothes off the rack in the children's department. It's great. There I am at a wedding wearing this gorgeous gown. A five year old was wearing the same one. Bitch!That's Funny! by Michael Cader (1996) p.44
The autumn days grow short and cold; / It's Christmas time again. / Then snows of winter slowly melt. / The day grows short, / And then... / He turns the seasons around, / And so she changes... her gown: / Mother Earth... and Father Time. / [words are slowly being reduced to a whisper] How very special are we... / For just a moment... to be... / Part of life's... eternal... rhyme.Who: Charlotte A. Cavatica
However fully man may recognise cosmic laws he will never be able to change them, because they are not his work. But every form of his social existence, every social institution which the past has bestowed on him as a legacy from remote ancestors, is the work of men and can be changed by human will and action or made to serve new ends. Only such an understanding is truly revolutionary and animated by the spirit of the coming ages. Whoever believes in the necessary sequence of all historical events sacrifices the future to the past. He explains the phenomena of social life, but he does not change them. In this respect all fatalism is alike, whether of a religious, political or economic nature. Whoever is caught in its snare is robbed thereby of life's most precious possession; the impulse to act according to his own needs. It is especially dangerous when fatalism appears in the gown of science, which nowadays so often replaces the cassock of the theologian; therefore we repeat: The causes which underlie the processes of social life have nothing in common with the laws of physical and mechanical natural events, for they are purely the results of human purpose, which is not explicable by scientific methods. To misinterpret this fact is a fatal self-deception from which only a confused notion of reality can result.rudolf rocker: Ch. 1 "The Insufficiency of Economic Materialism"
Data fata secutus. In length of train descends her sweeping gown; And by her graceful walk the Queen of Love is known.Complying with his declared fate.
Strange, but when he closed his eyes he had an image of the hotel above them restored to its former grandeur. A concierge and porter in the lobby. Someone behind the desk waiting to take his key. Sintra in an evening gown. They’d be about to take a motored vehicle to the opera. The streets would be busy with merchants and people coming home from work. The buildings, the storefronts, would be bright and cheery with lights. Like it had been in those mayfly beautiful moments between wars, before the Rising.jeff vandermeer: p. 325 (Finch (2009))
Data fata secutus. In length of train descends her sweeping gown; And by her graceful walk the Queen of Love is known.virgil: Following his declared fate.Line 382.Variant translations:Complying with his declared fate.Following what is decreed by fate.
After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world.Douglas Jerrold, A Wedding-Gown, Jerrold's Wit.
The bird is my neighbour, a whimsical fellow and dim; There is in the lake a nobility falling on him. The bird is a noble, he turns to the sky for a theme, And the ripples are thoughts coming out to the edge of a dream. The bird is both ancient and excellent, sober and wise, But he never could spend all the love that is sent for his eyes. He bleats no instruction, he is not an arrogant drummer; His gown is simplicity - blue as the smoke of the summer. How patient he is as he puts out his wings for the blue! His eyes are as old as the twilight, and calm as the dew. The bird is my neighbour, he leaves not a claim for a sigh, He moves as the guest of the sunlight - he roams in the sky. The bird is a noble, he turns to the sky for a theme, And the ripples are thoughts coming out to the edge of a dream.Shaw Neilson, The Crane is My Neighbor (1934)
My head-dress was a bugle-band like the border to my gown, and a flower of Mrs Tilson’s. I depended upon hearing something of the evening from Mr. W. K., and am very well satisfied with his notice of me "A pleasing looking young woman" that must do; one cannot pretend to anything better now; thankful to have it continued a few years longer!jane austen: Letter (1811-04-30) [Letters of Jane Austen -- Brabourne Edition]
I am rather impatient to know the fate of my best gown.jane austen: Letter to Cassandra (1799-05-17) [Letters of Jane Austen -- Brabourne Edition]
HENRY: Now it is necessary to court her, and win her, and put on this clean dressing gown, and cut my various nails, and drink something that will kill the millions of germs in my mouth, and say something flattering, and be witty and bonny, and hale and kinky, all just to ease this wrinkle in the groin. It seems a high price.Donald Barthelme: “Snow White” [play], p. 309
We had a conversation the other day with Ming the Merciless, one of the preeminent villains of modern times, whose half-century-long struggle with his opposite number, Flash Gordon, has helped generations of Americans conceptualize the fearsome enchantments of space. We caught up with the veteran malefactor at the Volney, where he greeted us in a turquise-and-gold dressing gown, a black skullcap setting off his striking yellowish pallor. We immediately put our foot in it by addressing him as ”Mr. Ming” “I don’t want to be stuffy,” he said pleasantly, “but that’s Emperor Ming, if you don’t mind. ...”Donald Barthelme: “Ming”, p. 93, opening
The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down; The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown; The Roman rolls from left to right from Maytime unto May; But the gods shake up their symbols in an absent-minded way. Their language runs to circles like the language of the eyes, Emphasised by strange dilations with little panting sighs.nathalia crane: "The Symbols"
Finally she faltered; Saw at last, forsooth, Every gaudy color Is a bit of truth. Then the gates were opened; Miracles were seen; That instructed damsel Donned a gown of green; Wore it in a churchyard, All arrayed with care; And a painted rainbow Shone above her there.nathalia crane: "The Vestal"
Thus having said, she turn'd, and made appear Her neck refulgent, and dishevell'd hair, Which, flowing from her shoulders, reached the ground, And widely spread ambrosial scents around. In length of train descends her sweeping gown; And, by her graceful walk, the Queen of Love is known.john dryden: Book I, lines 556-561.
A wife who preaches in her gown, And lectures in her night-dress.thomas hood: The Surplice Question; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
I'll tell it as I best know how, And that's the way it was told to me: I Must have been a thief or a whore, Then surely was thrown overboard, Where, they say, I came this way from the deep blue sea. It picked me up and tossed me round. I lost my shoes and tore my gown, I forgot my name, And drowned. Then woke up with the surf a - pounding; It seemed I had been run aground. Well they took me in and shod my feet And taught me prayers for chastity And said my name would be Colleen, and I was blessed among all women, To have forgotten everything. And as the weeks and months ensued I tried to make myself of use. I tilled and planted, but could not produce - not root, nor leaf, nor flower, nor bean; Lord! It seemed I overwatered everything. And I hate the sight of that empty air, like stepping for a missing stair and falling forth forever blindly: cannot grab hold of anything! No, Not I, most blessed among Colleens. * I dream some nights of a funny sea, as soft as a newly born baby. It cries for me pitifully! And I dive for my child with a wildness in me, and am so sweetly there received. But last night came a different dream; a gray and sloping-shouldered thing said "What's cinched 'round your waist, Colleen? is that my very own baleen? No! Have you forgotten everything?" This morning, 'round the cape at dawn, some travellers sailed into town with scraps for sale and the saddest songs and a book of pictures, leather-bound, that showed a whale with a tusk a meter long. Well, I asked the man who showed it me, "What is the name of that strange beast?" He said its name translated roughly to He-Who-Easily-Can-Curve-Himself-Against-The-Sky. And I am without words. He said, "My lady looks perturbed. (the light is in your eyes, Colleen.) " I said, "Whatever can you mean?" He leaned in and said, "You ain't forgotten everything." * "You dare to speak a lady's name?" He said, "My lady is mistaken. I would not speak your name in this place; and if I were to try then the wind - I swear - would rise, to tear you clean from me without a trace." "Have you come, then, to rescue me?" He laughed and said, "from what, 'colleen'?" You dried and dressed most willingly. you corseted, and caught the dread disease by which one comes to know such peace." Well, it's true that I came to know such things as the laws which govern property and herbs to feed the babes that wean, and the welting weight for every season; but still I don't know any goddamned "Colleen." * Then dive down there with the lights to lead that seem to shine from everything - down to the bottom of the deep blue sea; down where your heart beats so slow, and you never in your life have felt so free. Will you come down there with me? Down were our bodies start to seem like artifacts of some strange dream, which afterwards you can't decipher, and so, soon, have forgotten Everything. *joanna newsom: Colleen