Wet Quotes
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A cat may look at a king.
John Simpson— The Oxford Dictionary of Proverbs (Illustrated ed., p. 400)
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,A wind that follows fast,And fills the white and rustling sail,And bends the gallant mast.And bends the gallant mast, my boys,While like the eagle freeAway the good ship flies, and leavesOld England on the lee.
Allan Cunningham— "A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea"; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sails, And bends the gallant mast! And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England in the lee.
Allan Cunningham— Allan Cunningham, Songs of Scotland, A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.
We have a wretched motley crew, in the fleet; the marines the refuse of every regiment, and the seamen, few of them, ever wet with salt water.
benedict arnold— Letter to General Gates (21 September 1776), in Battle of Valcour on Lake Champlain, October 11th, 1776 by Peter Sailly Palmer (1876, p. 5)
Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Mæander.
ovid— Ovid, Epigram VII. Riley's translation.
The surface of the earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. From it we have learned most of what we know. Recently, we have waded a little out to sea, enough to dampen our toes or, at most, wet out ankles. The water seems inviting.
carl sagan— Cosmos, Chapter 1 (1985, p. 2)
One [method] is by a Watch to keep time exactly. But, by reason of the motion of the Ship, the Variation of Heat and Cold, wet and Dry, and the Difference of Gravity in different Latitudes, such a watch hath not yet been made.
isaac newton— Written in remarks to the 1714 Longitude committee; quoted in Longitude (1995) by Dava Sobel, p. 52 (i998 edition) ISBN 1-85702-571-7),
Say, has some wet bird-haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn?
Matthew Arnold— 1852 Empedocles on Etna and Other Poems,'Parting', l.19-20.
I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket.
— 1958 Balthazar, pt.1.
I couldn't eat, just went on drinking coffee, and sweating it out again. Liquid had no time to be digested; it came through the pores long before it reached the stomach. I lay wet through with sweat for four hoursit was very nearly like happiness.
— 1939 In Mexico. The Lawless Roads (published in the US as Another Mexico).
Pale rain over the dwindling harbour And over the sea wet church the size of a snail With its horns through mist and the castle Brown as owls.
dylan thomas— Poem in October (1946)
The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.
john heywood— Part I, chapter 11.
Then your muff would be all wet.
kerry jackson— Radio From Hell (January 23, 2007)
"There was a man sitting or kneeling on Sampson's window-sill, and looking in, and I thought he was beckoning…He looked as if he was wet all over: and," he said, looking round and whispering as if he hardly liked to hear himself, "I'm not at all sure that he was alive."
m. r. james— "A School Story", from More Ghost Stories of an Antiquary (1911); The Collected Ghost Stories of M. R. James (London: Edward Arnold, 1947) p. 188.
In Ceylon I had a black nurse who wet - nursed me.Years later I was told by my father that she said of me:"This boy plenty belly, big stick."
christopher vokes— Kingston, p. 4
Earth , the world , the fifth planet from the sun the species that stands on two legs and roams this thin wet crust: it’s changing, Lobey. It’s not the same. Some people walk under the sun and accept that change, others close their eyes, clap their hands to their ears, and deny the world with their tongues.
samuel r. delany— Section 11 (in the far future of the novel, the sun has captured two more planets)
The technique used heavy, spiky pastes made of nothing other than ordinary oil paint, used thick and mixed with sand and gravel. I some cases – but these were the exception – a few miscellaneous objects were stuck into the wet paint, such as bits of string or little pieces of glass or mirror. (remark on his technique Dubuffet used in his series Hautes Pâtes , exhibited in 1946, fh)
jean dubuffet— Prospectus et tous écrits suivants, Vol. II, Jean Dubuffet, Gallimard, Paris 1967, p. 428
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
Randall Jarrell— "The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner" [2], complete poem
The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' 'e gives 'er all she needs; But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun', They're just the same as you an' me a-plyin' up an' down!
rudyard kipling— The Liner She's a Lady, Stanza 1 (1895).
His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— St. 2 (The Village Blacksmith (1842))
Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams Blue green vistas locked in white clouds The mist makes my bandana wet Dew coats my grass cape My feet climb in straw sandals My hand holds an old wooden stick When I gaze down again on the dusty world It has become a land of phantoms and dreams to me
han shan— Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet
Swords cut him not, nor may fire burn him, O son of Bharata, waters wet him not, nor dry winds parch. He may not be cut nor burned nor wet nor withered; he is eternal, all-present, firm, unshaken, everlasting. He is called unmanifest, unimaginable, unchanging; therefore, knowing him thus, deign not to grieve!
— Krishna; Chapter 2, verses 23–25; Charles Johnston translation
My lover's gone off to some foreign country, sopping wet at our doorway I watch the clouds rupture. Mira says, nothing can harm him. This passion has yet to be slaked.
— M?r?b?, in For love of the Dark One: songs of Mirabai, p.55
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure. Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
lord byron— Lord Byron, Parisina, Stanza 1.
A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em, To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.
— Cyril Tourneur, The Revenger's Tragedy (1607), Act III, scene 1.
Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wild.
mary howitt— The Wet Summer. From the German.
I'm sorry, boys, I'm all wet.
— Who: Gracie Allen, wife and comedy partner of George Burns
And he went back through the wet Wild Woods, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.But he never told anybody.
— 1902 Just So Stories,'The Cat That Walked By Himself'.
