Thomas Tickell Quotes

Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;
And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.

Achilles' fatal wrath, whence discord rose,
That brought the sons of Greece unnumber'd woes,
O Goddess! sing. Full many a hero's ghost
Was driven untimely to th' infernal coast,
While in promiscuous heaps their bodies lay,
A feast for dogs and every bird of prey.
So did the sire of gods and men fulfil
His stedfast purpose and almighty will;
What time the haughty chiefs their jars begun,
Atrides, king of men, and Peleus' godlike son.

I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay;
I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away.

Prevent the rising sun.

The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.

A snow of blossoms and a wild of flowers.

There patient show'd us the wise course to steer,
A candid censor, and a friend severe;
There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high
The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.

though every friend be fled,
Lo! Envy waits, that lover of the dead.

Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
A fairer spirit or more welcome shade.

He 'midst the graceful of superior grace,
And she the loveliest of the loveliest race.

Fight virtue's cause, stand up in wit's defence,
Win us from vice, and laugh us into sense.