Yawn Quotes
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All present life is but an interjection, An'Oh!'or 'Ah!'of joy or misery, Or a 'Ha! ha!'or 'Bah!'a yawn or 'Pooh!' Of which perhaps the latter is most true.
Robert Byron— 1819-24 Don Juan, canto15, stanza1.
She marked thee there, 662 Stretched on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness.
Alexander Pope— 1742 The Dunciad, bk.4, l.341-4.
If you want a definition of poetry, say: 'Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing'and let it go at that.
— 1951 Letter to a student.
Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?
robert burton— Section 2, member 3, subsection 2, Of the Force of Imagination.
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare;And left the flushed print in a poppy there:Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.
Francis Thompson— The Poppy.
Hollywood no longer offers entertainment. Instead, activism has replaced acting, and sermons have supplanted stories. Instead of a good yarn, you get a yawn.
ilana mercer— "2 Movie Gems Amid a Lot of Hollywood Hooey," WorldNetDaily.com, July 6, 2007.
Goss and Bennett …trained him to make Europe yawn; and he took advantage of their training to make London and New York laugh and whistle.
arthur sullivan— George Bernard Shaw, in The Scots Observer, September 6, 1890; cited from Dan H. Laurence (ed.) Shaw's Music (London: The Bodley Head, 1989) vol. 2, p. 174.
Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?
robert burton— Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621), Part I, Section II. Memb. 3. Subsect. 2.
Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there, Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.
Alexander Pope— Alexander Pope, The Dunciad, Book IV (1743), line 341.
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And clipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine.
Francis Thompson— Francis Thompson, The Poppy.
Hollywood no longer offers entertainment. Instead, activism has replaced acting, and sermons have supplanted stories. Instead of a good yarn, you get a yawn.
— "2 Movie Gems Amid a Lot of Hollywood Hooey," WorldNetDaily.com, July 6, 2007.
'Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and Hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1600-02), Act III, scene 2, line 404.
