Lone Quotes
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The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade.
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From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas – Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides! Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land.
— "Canadian Boat Song", an anonymous poem first published in Blackwoods Edinburgh Magazine, September 1829, and ostensibly translated from the Gaelic. There has been much debate as to the poem's authorship. [1]
At the heart of its strength is a weakness: a lone candle can hold it back. Love is more than a candle, love can ignite the stars.
— Matthew Stover in the Revenge of the Sith novelization
Lovelyare the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.
George Meredith— 1851Poems,'Love in the Valley', stanza 5. The poem was revised and republished in1878.
Give me the clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner and then to thinking! It is hard if I cannot start some game on these lone heaths.
william hazlitt— 1822 Table Talk, vol.2,'On Going a Journey'.
Susan, an only child who never had any roots, and I, a lone wolf who got married 20 years too late, were adopted by the kids as much as they were by us.
harpo marx— book, Harpo Speaks
Twenty years ago, on June 5, 1989, following weeks of huge protests in Beijing and a crackdown that resulted in the deaths of hundreds, a lone man stepped in front of a column of tanks rumbling past Tiananmen Square.:; The moment instantly became a symbol of the protests as well as a symbol against oppression worldwide an anonymous act of defiance seared into our collective consciousnesses.
— Patrick Witty, "Behind the Scenes: Tank Man of Tiananmen," in The New York Times LENS Blog (2009) Witty, Patrick. Behind the Scenes: Tank Man of Tiananmen. The New York Times LENS Blog. Retrieved on 2014-03-01.
But after the intimacy-inducing rituals of puberty, boys who would be men are told we must go it alone, we must achieve our heroism as the lone Ranger, we must see the other men as threats to our masculine mastery, as objects of competition.
frank pittman— Ch. 8 (Man Enough (1993))
lone, lone, and lone I stand, With none to hear my cry, As the black feet of the night Go walking down the sky.
Dame MaryJean ne e Mary Jean Cameron Gilmore— 1932 Under the Wilgas,'The Myall in Prison'.
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Percy Bysshe Shelley— 1819 'Ozymandias'.
Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joyand fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, Swift be thy flight!
Percy Bysshe Shelley— 'To Night' (published1824).
Hear it, O Thyrsis, still our tree is there! Ah, vain! These English fields, this upland dim, These brambles pale with mist engarlanded, That lone, sky-pointing tree, are not for him; To a boon southern country he is fled, And now in happier air, Wandering with the great Mother’s train divine (And purer or more subtle soul than thee, I trow, the mighty Mother doth not see) Within a folding of the Apennine.
Matthew Arnold— St. 18. (Thyrsis (1866))
Feingold won big after voting against the Iraq war and Bush's tax cuts, and having cast the lone vote in the Senate against the Patriot Act
russ feingold— Chicago Tribune
Remote remote Cold Mountain road Cold cold ice cold cliff Chirp chirp often many birds lone lone no sign people Swish swish wind blow face Gentle gentle snow settle head Day day no see sun Year year no see spring
han shan— Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet, ISBN 978-0-6151-6006-1 ISBN 0615160069 LOC Number 2007937840
The higher the trail the steeper it grows Ten thousand tiers of dangerous cliffs The stone bridge is slippery with green moss Cloud after cloud keeps flying by Waterfalls hang like ribbons of silk The moon shines down on the bright pool I climb the highest peak once more To wait where the lone crane flies
han shan— Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet, ISBN 978-0-6151-6006-1 ISBN 0615160069 LOC Number 2007937840
Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores.
john keats— "Bright Star" (1819).
“Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high “The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die “The good that ye did for the sake of men in little earth so lone!” And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain-washed bone.
rudyard kipling— Tomlinson, l. 7-10 (1891).
Swiftly walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, Swift be thy flight!
Percy Bysshe Shelley— To Night, st. 1 (1821).
Remote remote Cold Mountain road Cold cold ice cold cliff Chirp chirp often many birds lone lone no sign people Swish swish wind blow face Gentle gentle snow settle head Day day no see sun Year year no see spring
— Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet, ISBN 978-0-6151-6006-1 ISBN 0615160069 LOC Number 2007937840
The higher the trail the steeper it grows Ten thousand tiers of dangerous cliffs The stone bridge is slippery with green moss Cloud after cloud keeps flying by Waterfalls hang like ribbons of silk The moon shines down on the bright pool I climb the highest peak once more To wait where the lone crane flies
— Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet, ISBN 978-0-6151-6006-1 ISBN 0615160069 LOC Number 2007937840
Nathless the sacred shrine is holy yet, With its lone floors where reverent feet once trod. Take off your shoes as by the burning bush, Before the mystery of death and God.
Emma Lazarus— Emma Lazarus, In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport [1]
What whispers so strange at the hour of midnight, From the aspen leaves trembling so wildly? Why in the lone wood sings it sad, when the bright Full moon beams upon it so mildly?
— B. S. Ingemann, The Aspen.
But now being lifted into high society, And having pick'd up several odds and ends Of free thoughts in his travels for variety, He deem'd, being in a lone isle, among friends, That without any danger of a riot, he Might for long lying make himself amends; And singing as he sung in his warm youth, Agree to a short armistice with truth.
lord byron— Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818-24), Canto III, Stanza 83
Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god, He made the barren waste his lone abode, And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er The lofty palace then his own no more.
james beattie— James Beattie, Vergil, Pastoral 6; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 427.
The Lotos blooms below the barren peak: The Lotos blooms by every winding creek: All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone: Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone, Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.
— Alfred Tennyson, The Lotos-Eaters, Choric Song, Stanza 8.
He stood beside a cottage lone, and listened to a lute, one summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, and the nightingale was mute.
— Thomas Hervey, The Devil's Progress.
We are the music-makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. Wandering by lone sea-breakers, and sitting by desolate streams; world-losers and world-forsakers, of whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world for ever, it seems.
— Arthur O'Shaughnessy, Music Makers.
So it was that lone came to know himself; and like the handful of people who have done so before him he found, at this pinnacle, the rugged foot of a mountain.
theodore sturgeon— Chapter 1, p. 60
Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, lone, lean, and hunted by his brother’s hate, Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love: He bears a load which nothing can remove, A killing, withering weight.
Percy Bysshe Shelley— "The Solitary" (1810) st. 2.
My definition of an intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the lone Ranger.
Billy Connolly— Billy Connolly, The Mammoth Book of Great British Humour, p.172
