Sydney Smith, in Lady Holland's Memoir (1855), "Of Friendship".
You help them get elected, and then the Senate becomes the wife, the mistress. That was one lady I couldn't begin to fight. She was too tough.elizabeth taylor
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling through the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight forever kneeled To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.Tennyson
Her iron will won international respect. Her unabashed femininity gained women’s. Margaret Thatcher was a lady’s lady.louise burfitt-dons
Let us invent a character, a nice respectable, middle-class, middle-aged, maiden lady, with time on her hands and the money to help her pass it. She enjoys pictures, books, music, and the theatre and though to none of these arts (or rather, for consistency's sake, to none of these three arts and the one craft) does she bring much knowledge or discernment, at least, as she is apt to tell her cronies, she "does know what she likes". Let us call her Aunt Edna.terence rattigan
'Once upon a time there was a lady. She had no children, and no happiness either. And at first she cried for a long time, but then she became wicked . . .'mikhail bulgakov
Then think I thus: "Sith such repair, So long time war of valiant men, Was all to win a lady fair, Shall I not learn to suffer then? And think my life well spent to be, Serving a worthier wight than she?"howard, henry, earl of surrey
But there is a Pope in the breast of each of us whom is hard to silence. Long ago a lady said to me, when I asked her the composers she liked: “Dvorak.” I said before I could stop myself: “Dvorak!” How many times, and with what shame, I’ve remembered it. And now I like Dvorak...Randall Jarrell
That girls should not marry for money we are all agreed. A lady who can sell herself for a title or an estate, for an income or a set of family diamonds, treats herself as a farmer teats his sheep and oxen makes hardly more of herself, of her own inner self, in which are comprised a mind and a soul, than the poor wretch of her own sex who earns her bread in the lowest state of degradation.Anthony Trollope
O my love my dear lady The world is not very big There is only room for our wonder And the light leaning winds of heaven Are not more sweet or pure Than your mouth on my throat O my love there are larks in our morning And the finding flame of your hands And the moss on the bank of the river And the butterflies And the whirling-mad Butterflies!
Then there are the different ways of walking. [We have] sixteen types of walks – for example like a warrior, a lady, a man…learn many animal and bird movements.
He that will win his dame must do As love does when he draws his bow; With one hand thrust the lady from, And with the other pull her home.
There was a young lady from Gloucester Who complained that her parents both bossed her, So she ran off to Maine. Did her parents complain? Not at all they were glad to have lost her.
You miss the point? The lady that spares her lover spares herself too little.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
lady Capricorn, he understood, was still keeping open bed.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The lady of Shalott.Tennyson
Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,'said The lady of Shalott.Tennyson
On the fifth day following the murder of the ship's officers, land was sighted by the lookout. Whether island or mainland, Black Michael did not know, but he announced to Clayton that if investigation showed that the place was habitable he and lady Greystoke were to be put ashore with their belongings.Edgar Rice Burroughs
Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own."william wordsworth
The gentle lady married to the Moor, And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.william wordsworth
selected by Nanobug 2004 Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime. ~ Andrew Marvell