John Conington Quotes

Thus, severed by the ruthless plough,
Dim fades a purple flower:
Their weary necks so poppies bow,
O'erladen by the shower.

O impotence of man's frail mind To fate and to the future blind, Presumptuous and o'erweening still When Fortune follows at its will!

Ah! Postumus! Devotion fails
The lapse of gliding years to stay,
With wrinkled age it nought avails
Nor conjures conquering Death away.

We have been Trojans: Troy has been:
She sat, but sits no more, a queen.

Arise from my bones, my unknown avenger.

Virgil imitated Homer, but imitated him as a rival, not as a disciple.

I heard, fear-stricken and amazed, My speech tongue-tied, my hair upraised.

Death takes the mean man with the proud;
The fatal urn has room for all.

They reach the realms of tranquil bliss. Green spaces folded in with trees,
A paradise of pleasances.

Thou too take courage, wealth despise,
And fit thee to ascend the skies, Nor be a poor man's courtesies
Rejected or disdained.

Let Rome be glorious on the earth,
The centre of Italian worth.

A wet summer and a fine winter should be the farmer's prayer.

Huge, awful, hideous, ghastly, blind.

She calls it marriage now; such name
She chooses to conceal her shame.

They can because they think they can.