Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
"Strike one" the Umpire said.From the bleachers black with people there rose a sullen roar,Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore,"Kill him! Kill the Umpire!" shouted some one from the stand —And it's likely they'd have done it had not Casey raised his hand.ernest thayer
Cuinchy?was a slaughter yard? Who that had been there for but a few hours could ever forget the sullen sorcery and mad lineaments of Cuinchy?Edmund Charles Blunden
Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.Robert Burns
Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum.william collins
You seldom find him making love in any of his scenes or endeavouring to move the passions; his genius was too sullen and saturnine to do it gracefully, especially when he knew he came after those who had performed both to such an height.john dryden
Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half devil and half child.
By all ye will or whisper, By all ye leave or do, The silent sullen peoples Shall weigh your God and you.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.wilfred owen
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice. But in Black Hawk the scene of human life was spread out shrunken and pinched, frozen down to the bare stalk.willa cather
Grieve not the Christ of God, who redeems us; and remember that we grieve Him most when we will not let Him pour His love upon us, but turn a sullen, unresponsive unbelief towards His pleading grace, as some glacier shuts out the sunshine from the mountain-side with its thick-ribbed ice.alexander maclaren
Fate sits on these dark battlements, and frowns; And as the portals open to receive me, Her voice, in sullen echoes, through the courts, Tells of a nameless deed.
Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate
Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul… Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.Edward Young
And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.william shakespeare
Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!
By the yawning tree in the twilight The King unbound his sword , Severed the harp of all his goods, And there in the cool and soundless woods Sounded a single chord. Then laughed ; and watched the finches flash, The sullen flies in swarm, And went unarmed over the hills, With the harp upon his arm...
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire! Whose modest form, so delicately fine, Was nursed in whirling storms, And cradled in the winds. Thee when young spring first question'd winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on his bank he threw To mark his victory.henry kirke white
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
The sportive hopes that used to chase their shifting shadows on,Like children playing in the sun, are gone—for ever gone;And on a careless, sullen peace, my double-fronted mind,Like Janus, when his gates are shut, looks forward and behind.Apollo placed his harp, of old, awhile upon a stone,Which has resounded since, when struck, a breaking harp string's tone;And thus my heart, though wholly now from early softness free,If touch'd, will yield the music yet, it first received of thee.edward coote pinkney
I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god sullen, untamed and intractable, Patient to some degree, at first recognised as a frontier; Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyor of commerce; Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges.T. S. Eliot