Walk on the Wild Side. Nelson Algren Title of novel.
Now the great winds shorewards blow; Now the salt tides
seawards flow; Now the wild white
horses play, Champ and chafe and
toss in the spray. Matthew Arnold The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems,'The Forsaken
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing
straits between us thrown, Dotting the
shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions
live alone. Matthew Arnold Empedocles on Etna and Other Poems,'To MargueriteContinued',
manner rude and wild Is common at your
age. (Joseph) Hilaire Pierre Belloc The Bad Child's Book of Beasts, introduction.
She was not really bad at heart, But only rather
rude and wild; She was an
aggravating child. (Joseph) Hilaire Pierre Belloc Cautionary Tales,'Rebecca'.
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but
O! my soul is white; White as an angel
is the English child, But I am black as
if bereaved of light. William Blake Songs of Innocence,'The Little Black Boy'.
Shall I leave all this constant company, And follow
headlong, wild uncertain thee? John Donne ^5 Satires, no.1.
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws
of servitude began, When wild in woods
the noble savage ran. John Dryden The Conquest of Granada, pt.1, act1, sc.1.
Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture
and death of his fellow-creatures is amusing in itself. James Anthony Froude Oceana.
I'm wild again Beguiled again A simpering,
whimpering child again, Bewitched, bothered
and bewildered am I. Lorenz Hart 'Bewitched' (music by Richard Rodgers), from Pal
Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly
wild, not mad; And yet each verse
of thine Out-did the meat,
out-did the frolic wine. Robert Herrick 'An Ode for [Ben Jonson]'.
Something there had been, something delicate, wild and far away. But
it was shut out behind the doors of yesterday, lost
beyond the hills. Robin pseudonym of IrisGuiver Wilkinson Hyde The Godwits Fly, ch.3.
never saw a wild thing Sorry for itself. D(avid) H(erbert) Lawrence 'Self-Pity'.
The Call of the Wild. Vince(ntThomas) Lombardi Title of book.
Search then the Ruling Passion:There, alone, The wild are
constant and the cunning known; The fool
consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes,
women, no dissemblers here. This clue once
found, unravels all the rest. Alexander Pope Epistles to Several Persons,'To Lord Cobham',
wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose
unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like
ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. Percy Bysshe Shelley 'Ode to theWestWind', l.1^3.
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and
preserver; hear, oh, hear! Percy Bysshe Shelley 'Ode to theWestWind', l.13^4.
This rortie wretched city Sair come down frae
its auld hiechts The hauf o't smug,
complacent, Lost til all pride
of race or spirit, The tither wild and
rouch as ever In its secret hairt
But lost alsweill,
the smeddum tane, The man
o'independent mind has cap in hand the day Sits on its craggy
spine And drees the wind
and rain That nourished all
its genius Weary wi centuries
This empty capital
snorts like a great beast Caged in its sleep,
dreaming of freedom. Sydney Goodsir Smith Of Edinburgh.'Kynd Kittock's Land' (Kynd Kittock is
a character in the
poetry of the16c Scottish poetWilliam Dunbar.) rortie=splendid,
And the wild boys innocent as strawberries. Dylan Marlais Thomas 'The Hunchback in the Park'.
And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats, None knew so well
as I: For he who lives
more lives than one More deaths than
one must die. Oscar Fingal O'FlahertieWills Wilde The Ballad of Reading Gaol, pt.3, stanza 37.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain There is written,
her fair neck round about: Noli me tangere,
for Caesar's I am, And wild for to
hold, though I seem tame. See Bible118:23. SirThomas (the Elder) Wyatt 'Whoso List to Hunt'.The subject of the poem is
thought to beAnne Boleyn.
They flee from me, that sometime did me seek, With naked foot,
stalking in my chamber. I have seen them
gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild,
and do not remember That sometime they
put themselves in danger To take bread at my
hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with
a continual change. SirThomas (the Elder) Wyatt 'They Flee from Me'.
Propinquity had brought Imagination to that
pitch where it casts out All that is not
itself. I had grown wild And wandered
murmuring everywhere,'My child, my child.' W(illiam) B(utler) Yeats 'A Bronze Head', l.18^21. Collected in Last Poems