Amber Quotes
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Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
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More Amber Quotes
Soft carpet-knights, all scenting musk and amber.
guillaume de salluste du bartas— Second Week, Third Day, Part i. Compare: "As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it", Robert Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i, Section 2, Membrane 2, Subsection 2.
He was an unzipped fly caught in forever amber.
Richard Condon— 1967 The Ecstasy Business, ch.1.
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
Alexander Pope— 1714 The Rape of the Lock, canto 4, l.123-4.
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the Devil they got there.
Alexander Pope— 1735 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot', l.169-72.
Scarce had the morning starre hid from the lightHeavens crimson canopie with stars bespangled,But I began to rue th' unhappy sightOf that faire boy that had my hart intangled;Cursing the time, the place, the sense, the sin;I came, I saw, I viewd, I slipped in.If it be sinne to love a sweet-fac'd boy,Whose amber locks trust up in golden tramelsDangle adowne his lovely cheekes with joy,When pearle and flowers his faire haire enamels;If it be sinne to love a lovely lad,Oh then sinne I, for whom my soule is sad.
richard barnfield— The Teares of an Affectionate Shepheard Sicke for Love, or the Complaint of Daphnis for the Love of Ganimede.
Though with those streams he no resemblance hold,Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold;His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore,Search not his bottom, but survey his shore.
john denham— Cooper's Hill, Line 165.
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain,And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
Alexander Pope— Canto IV, line 123.
Pretty! in amber to observe the formsOf hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,But wonder how the devil they got there.
Alexander Pope— Alexander Pope, Prologue to the Satires, line 169.
Soft carpet-knights all scenting musk and amber.
guillaume de salluste du bartas— Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas, Divine Weekes and Workes (1578), Third Day, Part I.
An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger.
john milton— John Milton, Samson Agonistes (1671), line 720.
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caress More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties give me a cigar!
lord byron— The Island (1823), Canto II, Stanza 19
The bee enclosed and through the amber shown Seems buried in the juice which was his own.
— IV, 32, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare "Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb", Francis Bacon, Historia Vitæ et Mortis; Sylva Sylvarum, Cent. i. experiment 100.
Soft carpet-knights all scenting musk and amber.
guillaume de salluste du bartas— Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas, Divine Weekes and Workes (1578), Third Day, Part I.
An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger.
john milton— John Milton, Samson Agonistes (1671), line 720.
Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow, The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall! Gloomy was Heaven; bright Phœbus did avow He would be coy, and would not love at all; Swearing no greater mischief could be wrought, Than love united to a jealous thought.
Robert Greene— Robert Greene, Jealousy.
Rose! thou art the sweetest flower, That ever drank the amber shower; Rose! thou art the fondest child Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild.
— Thomas Moore, Odes of Anacreon. Ode XLIV.
Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
Alexander Pope— Alexander Pope, Autumn, line 36.
While an ant was wandering under the shade of the tree of Phæton, a drop of amber enveloped the tiny insect; thus she, who in life was disregarded, became precious by death.
— Martial, Epigrams (c. 80-104 AD), Book VI, Epistle 15.
We see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.
Francis Bacon— Francis Bacon, Historia Vitæ et Mortis.
We see how flies, and spiders, and the like, get a sepulchre in amber, more durable than the monument and embalming of the body of any king.
Francis Bacon— Francis Bacon, Sylvia Sylvarum, Century I, Experiment 100.
I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried.
Robert Herrick— Robert Herrick, The Amber Bead.
Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why .
kurt vonnegut— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (1969), Chapter 4
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind, and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
thomas bailey aldrich— Before the Rain
Bird of the amber beak, Bird of the golden wing! Thy dower is thy carolling; Thou hast not far to seek Thy bread, nor needest wine To make thy utterance divine; Thou art canopied and clothed And unto Song betrothed.
edmund clarence stedman— Edmund Clarence Stedman, The Songster, Stanza 2; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 89.
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; ... Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties - give me a cigar!
lord byron— Lord Byron, The Island.
The bee enclosed and through the amber shown Seems buried in the juice which was his own.
Francis Bacon— IV, 32, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare "Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb", Francis Bacon, Historia Vitæ et Mortis; Sylva Sylvarum, Cent. i. experiment 100.
On his first hand he wore rings of stone,Iron, amber, Wood and Bone.There were rings unseen on his second hand,One blood in a flowing band,One was air all whisper thin,And the ring of ice had a flaw within.Full faintly shone the ring of flame,And the final ring was without name.
patrick rothfuss— A poem from the second book of the The Kingkiller Chronicle, quoted in an interview at Fantasymundo (1 August 2009)
Squinting upon the lustre Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre; And, snuffing with a wrythed nose the amber, The Musk and Civet that perfum'd the chamber.
guillaume de salluste du bartas— Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas, Divine Weekes and Workes, Second Week (1584), Third Day, Part III.
When Time shall turne those amber Lockes to Gray.
Michael Drayton— Michael Drayton, England's Heroical Epistles.
