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You think this cruel? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter,Codrus! round thee break, Thou unconcerned canst hear the mighty crack. Pit, box, and gallery in convulsions hurled, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world.
Alexander Pope— 1735 'An Epistle to DrArbuthnot', l.83-8.
Him the Almighty Power hurled headlong flaming from th'ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire.
john milton— Paradise Lost (published 1667), book 1, lines 44-8 (1665).
Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled Anywhere, anywhere, Out of the world!
Honorius of Autun— 1844 'The Bridge of Sighs'.
We for a certaintyare not the first Have sat in taverns while the tempest hurled Their hopeful plans to emptiness, and cursed Whatever brute and blackguard made the world.
— 1922 Last Poems, no.9.
Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Alexander Pope— 1733 An Essay on Man, epistle 2, l.15-18.
Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.
Tennyson— 1832 Poems,'The Lotos-Eaters', Choric Song, stanza 8, l.154-8.
Then the omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.
ovid— I, 154. Comparable to: "Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood", Alexander Pope, The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, line 387; "would have you call to mind the strength of the ancient giants, that undertook to lay the high mountain Pelion on the top of Ossa, and set among those the shady Olympus", François Rabelais, Works, book iv. chap. xxxviii.
The cosmos exploded, actualizing its potentiality of space and time. The centers of power, like fragments of a bursting bomb, were hurled apart. But each one retained in itself, as a memory and a longing, the single point of the whole; and each mirrored in itself aspects of all the others throughout all the cosmical space and time.
Olaf Stapledon— Ch. XIII The Beginning and the End, 3. The Supreme Moment and After
I have hurled westward the ashes of the uninvited guest!and hammered stars into the unforgetting sky – like nailsI am Goya.
andrey voznesensky— "I am Goya"; translated by Stanley Kunitz, p. 3.
I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light. All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow moved; in which the world And all her train were hurled.
Henry Vaughan— "The World".
From the sweet thoughts of home And from all hope I was forever hurled. For me — farthest from earthiy port to roam Was best, could I but shun the spot where man might come.
william wordsworth— Guilt and Sorrow, st. 41 (1791-1794) Section XL
Should the whole frame of Nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.
joseph addison— Translation of Horace, Odes, Book III, ode iii.
One joins the movement in a valueless world, Choosing it, till both hurler and the hurled, One moves as well, always toward, toward.
thom gunn— On the Move (l. 30-32)
With the stroke of the loss I was so proud of he uttered the cry of a creature hurled over an abyss, and the grasp with which I recovered him might have been that of catching him in his fall. I caught him, yes, I held him it may be imagined with what a passion; but at the end of a minute I began to feel what it truly was that I held. We were alone with the quiet day, and his little heart, dispossessed, had stopped.
Henry James— Ch. XXIV (The Turn of the Screw (1898))
Count me o'er earth's chosen heroes, :;they were souls that stood alone, While the men they agonized for hurled the contumelious stone, Stood serene, and down the future saw the golden beam incline To the side of perfect justice, mastered by their faith divine, By one man's plain truth to manhood and to God's supreme design.
james russell lowell— St. 12. (The Present Crisis (1844))
These stony altars they have hurled Oppression back, have kept the boon Of liberty. Behold, how free The mountains stand, and eternally.
joaquin miller— Epigraph, Ch. 3 : Man-Hunters.
It was in reading Tristam Shandy that I noticed how it is primarily men who gravitate towards the game-playing self-reflexive style. There is an alienation from emotion in it, a Nervous Nelly fear of letting go and being “exposed.” As an attitude towards life, it betrays a perpetual adolescence. Those who hurled themselves after Derrida were not the most sophisticated but the most pretentious, and least creative members of my generation of academics.
camille paglia— p. 231 (Junk Bonds and Corporate Raiders : Academe in the Hour of the Wolf)
Should the whole frame of Nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.
— Joseph Addison, in a translation of Horace, Odes, Book III, ode iii.
Should the whole frame of nature round him break In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.
joseph addison— Joseph Addison, Horace, Ode III, Book III.
I have no part of my body, in front at least, that is left without scars; there is no weapon, used at close quarters, or hurled from afar, of which I do not carry the mark. Nay, I have been wounded by the sword, hand to hand; I have been shot with arrows, I have been struck from a catapult, smitten many a time with stones and clubs.
— Alexander the Great, as quoted in The Man Alexander the Great, Awake! magazine (22 January 1972).
So down the great dragon was hurled, the original serpent, the one called Devil and Satan, who is misleading the entire inhabited earth; he was hurled down to the earth, and his angels were hurled down with him.
— Apocalypse or Revelation 12:9
And I saw the wild beast and the kings of the earth and their armies gathered together to wage war against the one seated on the horse and against his army . 20 And the wild beast was caught, and along with it the false prophet that performed in front of it the signs with which he misled those who received the mark of the wild beast and those who worship its image. While still alive, they both were hurled into the fiery lake that burns with sulfur.
— 19:19-20
— Note: Those with the mark of the beast place themselves in opposition to God.
— Source
We who have seen Italia in the throes, Half risen but to be hurled to ground, and now, Like a ripe field of wheat where once drove plough, All bounteous as she is fair, we think of those Who blew the breath of life into her frame: Cavour, Mazzini, Garibaldi: Three: Her Brain, her Soul, her Sword; and set her free ruinous discords, with one lustrous aim.
— George Meredith, "For the Centenary of Garibaldi", stanza 1, The Times (London, July 1, 1907), p. 9; reprinted in Phyllis B. Bartlett, ed., Poems of George Meredith (1978), p. 790.
Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.
— Ovid, Metamorphoses, I.
Then the omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.
Alexander Pope— I, 154. Comparable to: "Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood", Alexander Pope, The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, line 387; "would have you call to mind the strength of the ancient giants, that undertook to lay the high mountain Pelion on the top of Ossa, and set among those the shady Olympus", François Rabelais, Works, book iv. chap. xxxviii.
In the face of the sun are great thunderbolts hurled, And the storm - clouds have shut out its light ; But a Rainbow of Promise now shines on the world , And the universe thrills at the sight .
— Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in The Rainbow of Promise"
In the face of the sun are great thunderbolts hurled, And the storm - clouds have shut out its light ; But a Rainbow of Promise now shines on the world , And the universe thrills at the sight .
— Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in "The Rainbow of Promise"
When his darling sons hurled headlong to partake with us, shall curse Their frail original, and faded bliss, Faded so soon.
john milton— 1665 Beelzebub. Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.2, l.373-6.
