The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Every quotation a nineteenth-century speaker or writer might want, grouped under its subject, with the author, the date and the source given as exactly as Hoyt could manage.

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Delight: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Do not delay, Do not delay: the golden moments fly!— LONGFELLOW — Masque of Pandora. Pt. VII.
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.— Shakespeare — Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 53.
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still. Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.— TENNYSON — Idylls of the King. Guinevere. L. 169.
And Mecca saddens at the long delay.— THOMSON — The Seasons. Summer. L. 979.
Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life.— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 390.
I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others.— BURKE — The Sublime and Beautiful. Pt. I. Sec. 14.
In this fool's paradise he drank delight. S.— CRABBE — The Borough Payers.
Letter XII. Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 321.
Their tables were stor'd full, to glad the sight, And not so much to feed on as delight: All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great, The name of help grew odious to repeat.— Shakespeare — Pericles. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 28.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 9.
Why, all delights are vain; and that most vain, Which with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 72.
A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, - And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!— R. H. STODDARD- — Hymn to the Beautiful. St. 4.
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