Soars Quotes
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The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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This is the voice of high midsummer's heat. The rasping vibrant clamour soars and shrills O'er all the meadowy range of shadeless hills, As if a host of giant cicadae beat The cymbals of their wings with tireless feet, Or brazen grasshoppers with triumphing note From the long swath proclaimed the fate that smote The clover and timothy-tops and meadowsweet.
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts— 1893 'The Mowing'.
Beyond the gap where the river plunges into the narrow gorge, unseen and the imagination soars, as a voice beckons, a thundrous voice, endless as sleep: the voice that has ineluctably called them that unmoving roar!
william carlos williams— 1948 Paterson, bk.2,'Sunday in the Park',1.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
william blake— Line 15 (Proverbs of Hell)
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb can not bind thee,But like thine own eagle that soars to the sunThou springest from bondage and leavest behind theeA name which before thee no mortal hath won.Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle,No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o’er the plain:Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,No sound can awake thee to glory again.
lyman heath— The Grave of Bonaparte, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919) (incorrectly attributed as "Leonard" Heath).
No more harmful nonsense exists than [the] common supposition that deepest insight into great questions about the meaning of life or the structure of reality emerges most readily when a free, undisciplined, and uncluttered (read, rather, ignorant and uneducated) mind soars above mere earthly knowledge and concern.
stephen jay gould— "No Science Without Fancy, No Art Without Facts", p. 48
Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the ground finished; but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.
henry ward beecher— Henry Ward Beecher, Life Thoughts.
Each loss has its compensation There is healing for every pain, But the bird with a broken pinion Never soars so high again.
— Hezekiah Butterworth, The Broken Pinion.
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee, But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
— Attributed to Lyman Heath, The Grave of Bonaparte.
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb can not bind thee, But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
lyman heath— Lyman Heath, The Grave of Bonaparte.
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh (1856), Book III, line 155.
The merry lark he soars on high, No worldly thought o'ertakes him. He sings aloud to the clear blue sky, And the daylight that awakes him.
hartley coleridge— Hartley Coleridge, Song.
The bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest: In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility.
james montgomery— James Montgomery, Humility.
In you are sent The types of Truths whose life is THE TO COME; In you soars up the Adam from the fall; In you the FUTURE as the PAST is given Ev'n in our death ye bid us hail our birth; Unfold these pages, and behold the Heaven, Without one grave-stone left upon the Earth.
Lytton— Edward Bulwer-Lytton, The Souls of Books, Stanza 5, line 11.
But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation.
john milton— John Milton, Il Penseroso (1631), line 51.
Ovid 's a rake, as half his verses show him, Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample, Catullus scarcely has a decent poem, I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example, Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample; But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one Beginning with "Formosum Pastor Corydon."
lord byron— Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818-24), Canto I, Stanza 42
Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm, Immortal NATURE lifts her changeful form: Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame, And soars and shines, another and the same.
erasmus darwin— Erasmus Darwin, Botanic Garden, Part I, Canto IV, line 389; Reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 241-42.
