why talk of beauty what could be more beaut- iful than these heroic happy dead who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter they did not stop to think they died instead then shall the voices of liberty be mute? He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water.
A Poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit.Archibald MacLeish
Yet the stones remain less real to those who cannot name them, or read the mute syllables graven in silica. To see a red stone is less than seeing it as jasper – metamorphic quartz, cousin to the flint the Kiowa carved as arrowheads. To name is to know and remember. Sin embargo, las piedras se vuelven menos reales Para quienes no pueden nombrarlas ni leer Las mudas sílabas sepultadas en el sílice. Ver una piedra roja es menos que verla como jaspe, Metamórfico cuarzo, pariente del pedernal que los kiowa Tallaron como puntas de sus flechas. Nombrar es conocer y recordar.dana gioia
Standing on earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues.john milton
But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may loose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain; But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire. Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky now the late remorse of love.Rochdale
Who's in charge here? [mute soldier thumps breastplate] Where is the air support?
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.thomas gray
He played an ancient ditty, long since mute, In Provence called,'La belle dame sans mercy'.john keats
It is little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.Tennyson
A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.william wordsworth
Science and technology multiple around us. To an increasing extent they dictate the languages in which we speak and think. Either we use those languages, or we remain mute.j. g. ballard
Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.Robert Browning
White is the wold, and ghostly The dank and leafless trees; And 'M's and 'N's are mostly Pronounced like 'B's and 'D's: 'Neath bleak sheds, ice-encrusted, The sheep stands, mute and stolid: And ducks find out, disgusted, That all the ponds are solid.charles stuart calverley
What is becoming more interesting than the myths themselves has been the study of how the myths were constructed from sparse or unpromising facts indeed, sometimes from no facts in a kind of mute conspiracy of longing, very rarely under anybody’s conscious control.arthur c. clarke
Stand ye calm and resolute, Like a forest close and mute, With folded arms and looks which are Weapons of unvanquished war.Percy Bysshe Shelley
We shall never know of the numbers of "mute and inglorious Miltons" who failed because the place and time were not ready for them…Was not Sullivan a jewel in the wrong setting?arthur sullivan
The heart's wave would not foam up so beautifully and become spirit, if the ancient, mute rock, fate, did not stand opposed to it.
He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."john keats
He stood beside a cottage lone, and listened to a lute, one summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, and the nightingale was mute.
Will there never come a season Which shall rid us from the curse? Of a prose which knows no reason And an unmelodious verse: When the world shall cease to wonder At the genius of an Ass, And a boy's eccentric blunder Shall not bring success to pass: When mankind shall be delivered From the clash of magazines, And the inkstand shall be shivered Into countless smithereens: When there stands a muzzled stripling, mute, beside a muzzled bore: When the Rudyards cease from Kipling And the Haggards Ride no more.james kenneth stephen
Call it not vain: they do not err, Who say that, when the Poet dies, mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.walter scott
How still the morning of the hallow'd day! mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song.