So his life has flowedFrom its mysterious urn a sacred stream,In whose calm depth the beautiful and pureAlone are mirrored; which, though shapes of illMay hover round its surface, glides in light,And takes no shadow from them.
Do not hover always on the surface of things, nor take up suddenly with mere appearances; but penetrate into the depth of matters, as far as your time and circumstances allow, especially in those things which relate to your own profession. Do not indulge yourselves to judge of things by the first glimpse, or a short and superficial view of them; for this will fill the mind with errors and prejudices, and give it a wrong turn and ill habit of thinking, and make much work for retraction.Isaac Watts
Il n'y a ni re' gles ni mode' les; ou pluto" t il n'y a d'autres re' gles que les lois ge ne rales de la nature qui planent sur l'art tout entier, et les lois spe ciales qui, pour chaque composition, re sultent des conditions d'existence propres a' chaque sujet. There are no rules or models; that is, there are no rules except general laws of nature which hover over art and special laws which apply to specific subjects. 420
Just as language has no longer anything in common with the thing it names, so the movements of most of the people who live in cities have lost their connexion with the earth; they hang, as it were, in the air, hover in all directions, and find no place where they can settle.Rainer Maria Rilke
Crimson clover I discover By the garden gate, And the bees about her hover, But the robins wait. Sing, robins, sing, Sing a roundelay, 'Tis the latest flower of Spring Coming with the May!
Call for the robin-red-breast, and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men.john webster
Although I enter not, Yet round about the spot Ofttimes I hover; And near the sacred gate, With longing eyes I wait, Expectant of her.william makepeace thackeray
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.
And so, from this day forth, we want all the more to let our thoughts revolve around and hover over Socrates and Christ at all times, openly taking pride that they are more alive for us than all those living today and that we listen to and love them as we do none of the living.