A Walk on the Wild Side.Nelson Algren: 1956 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: 1849 The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems,'The Forsaken Merman', l.4-7.
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: 1852 Empedocles on Etna and Other Poems,'To MargueriteContinued', l.1-4.
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: 1789 Songs of Innocence,'The Little Black Boy'.
A manner rude and wild Is common at your age.(Joseph) Hilaire Pierre Belloc: 1896 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: 1907 Cautionary Tales,'Rebecca'.
Shall I leave all this constant company, And follow headlong, wild uncertain thee?john donne: 1594-5 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: 1670 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: 1886 Oceana.
I'm wild again Beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again, Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.Lorenz Hart: 1941 'Bewitched' (music by Richard Rodgers), from Pal Joey.
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: 1648 '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: 1938 The Godwits Fly, ch.3.
I never saw a wild thing Sorry for itself.D(avid) H(erbert) Lawrence: 1929 'Self-Pity'.
The Call of the Wild.Vince(ntThomas) Lombardi: 1903 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: 1734 Epistles to Several Persons,'To Lord Cobham', l.174-8.
O 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: 1819 'Ode to theWestWind', l.1-3.
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!Percy Bysshe Shelley: 1819 '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.1954 Of Edinburgh.'Kynd Kittock's Land' (Kynd Kittock is a character in the poetry of the16c Scottish poetWilliam Dunbar.) rortie=splendid, smeddum=spirit, drees=endures.
And the wild boys innocent as strawberries.Dylan Marlais Thomas: 1946 '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: 1898 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: 1557 '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: 1557 '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: 1939 'A Bronze Head', l.18-21. Collected in Last Poems (1939).
I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. (Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!)edward abbey: "Cliffrose and Bayonets", p. 25
To make the distinction unmistakably clear: Civilization is the vital force in human history; culture is that inert mass of institutions and organizations which accumulate around and tend to drag down the advance of life; Civilization is Giordano Bruno facing death by fire; culture is the Cardinal Bellarmino, after ten years of inquisition, sending Bruno to the stake in the Campo di Fiori; Civilization is Sartre; culture Cocteau; Civilization is mutual aid and self-defense; culture is the judge, the lawbook and the forces of Law & Ordure (sic); Civilization is uprising, insurrection, revolution; culture is the war of state against state, or of machines against people, as in Hungary and Vietnam; Civilization is tolerance, detachment and humor, or passion, anger, revenge; culture is the entrance examination, the gas chamber, the doctoral dissertation and the electric chair; Civilization is the Ukrainian peasant Nestor Makhno fighting the Germans, then the Reds, then the Whites, then the Reds again; culture is Stalin and the Fatherland; Civilization is Jesus turning water into wine; culture is Christ walking on the waves; Civilization is a youth with a Molotov cocktail in his hand; culture is the Soviet tank or the L.A. cop that guns him down; Civilization is the wild river; culture, 592,000 tons of cement; Civilization flows; culture thickens and coagulates, like tired, sick, stifled blood.edward abbey: "Episodes and Visions", p. 308