Charles Mackay Quotes
March 27, 1814 – December 24, 1889
More Charles Mackay Quotes
The king can drink the best of wine —So can I;And has enough when he would dine —So have I;And can not order rain or shine —Nor can I.Then where’s the difference — let me see —Betwixt my lord the king and me?
Charles Mackay— "Differences" in The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay (1859).
If happy I and wretched he,Perhaps the king would change with me.
Charles Mackay— "Differences" in The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay (1859).
Cleon hath a million acres,— ne’er a one have I;Cleon dwelleth in a palace, — in a cottage I.
Charles Mackay— "Cleon and I".
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen;Aid it, hopes of honest men!
Charles Mackay— "Clear the Way".
Some love to roam o’er the dark sea’s foam,Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Charles Mackay— "Some Love to Roam".
Old Tubal Cain was a man of mightIn the days when earth was young.
Charles Mackay— "Tubal Cain".
The smallest effort is not lost,Each wavelet on the ocean tostAids in the ebb-tide or the flow;Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow;Each struggle lessens human woe.
Charles Mackay— "The Old and the New".
The smallest effort is not lost,Each wavelet on the ocean tostAids in the ebb-tide or the flow;Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow;Each struggle lessens human woe.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, The Old and the New, Voices from the Crowd, and Town Lyrics (1857).
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen: Aid it, hopes of honest men!
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, Clear the Way. (Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations)
Of all the offspring of Time, Error is the most ancient, and is so old and familiar an acquaintance, that Truth, when discovered, comes upon most of us like an intruder, and meets the intruder's welcome.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds (1841), Part Popular Delusions
The smallest effort is not lost, Each wavelet on the ocean tost Aids in the ebb-tide or the flow; Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow; Each struggle lessens human woe.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, The Old and the New, Voices from the Crowd, and Town Lyrics (1857).
And he sang: "Hurra for my handiwork!" And the red sparks lit the air; Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made; And he fashioned the first ploughshare.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, Tubal Cain, Stanza 4, in Hearty Staves of Heart-Music (1858) edited by John Erskine Clarke, p. 82
Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, Tell Me Ye Winged Winds, The Inquiry.
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, There is No Such Thing as Death.
Cleon hath ten thousand acres, Ne'er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace, In a cottage I.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, Cleon and I. (Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations)
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, Some Love to Roam.
Water is the mother of the vine, The nurse and fountain of fecundity, The adorner and refresher of the world.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, The Dionysia. (Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations)
And he sang: "Hurra for my handiwork!" And the red sparks lit the air; Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made; And he fashioned the first ploughshare.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, Tubal Cain, Stanza 4.
But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the Truth shall ever come uppermost, And Justice shall be done.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, Eternal Justice, Stanza 4
War in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake; Wait a little longer.
Charles Mackay— Charles Mackay, The Good Time Coming.
"What dost thou see, lone watcher on the towerIs the day breaking? comes the wish'd-for hour?Tell us the signs, and stretch abroad thy handIf the bright morning dawns upon the land.""The stars are clear above me, scarcely oneHas dimm'd its rays in reverence to the sun;But yet I see, on the horizon's verge,Some fair, faint streaks, as if the light would surge."
Charles Mackay— The Watcher On The Tower
