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Festivities: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught.— C. P. CRANCH — Thought.
The moment of finding a fellow-creature is often as full of mingled doubt and exultation, as the moment of finding an idea.— GEORGE ELIOT — Daniel Deronda. Bk. II. Ch. XVII.
If the man who turnip cries Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather, Have a turnip than his father.— SAM'L JOHNSON — Johnsoniana.
Anecdotes by Mrs. Piozzi. Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.— LONGFELLOW — Evangeline. Pt. II. Sc. 2. L. 212.
For there are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion, That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together. S.— LONGFELLOW — Courtship of Miles Standish. Pt. VI. Priscilla. L. 12.
The wealth of rich feelings-the deep-the pure; With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure.— FRANCES S. OSGOOD — To F. D. Maurice.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts touch them but lightlypour A thousand melodies unheard before! น. SAM'L ROGERS-Human Life. L. 359. Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven.— SCOTT — Lady of the Lake. Canto II. St. 22.
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.— WORDSWORTH — Lines Composed a Few
Miles Above Tintern Abbey.
Some men are born to feast, and not to fight; Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field, Still on their dinner turn- Let such pot-boiling varlets stay at home, And wield a flesh-hook rather than a sword.— X. JOANNA BAILLIE — Basil. Act I. Sc. 1.
As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.— BURTON — Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. I. Sec. 2. Memb. 2.
Subsect. 2. The music, and the banquet, and the wine- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments- The white arms and the raven hair-the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.— BYRON — Marino Faliero. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 51.
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 21.
Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The rival of the earth, the masque of Italy.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 3.
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned, Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.— GOLDSMITH — The Traveller. L. 17.
The service was of great array, That they were served with that day. Thus they ate, and made them glad, With such service as they had- When they had dined, as I you say, Lordis and ladies yede to play; Some to tables and some to chess, With other games more and less. The Life of Ipomydon. Harleian Library. (British Museum). MS. No. 2,252. Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.— HERRICK — Ode for Ben Jonson.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.— HOMER — Odyssey. Bk. X. L. 622.
Pope's trans. They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. L. 637.
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.— POPE — First Satire. Horace. Bk. II. L. 131.
But, first Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Cæsar Grew fat with feasting there.— Shakespeare — Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 63.
Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress; your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place.— Shakespeare — Timon of Athens. Act III. Sc. 6. L. 73.
Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 26.
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide Of knaves once more: my cook and I'll provide.— Shakespeare — Timon of Athens. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 118.
My cake is dough: but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.— Shakespeare — Taming of the Shrew. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 143.
Our feasts In every mess have folly, and the feeders Digest with it a custom, I should blush To see you so attir'd.— Shakespeare — Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 10.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 20.
Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?— Shakespeare — Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 8.
We keep the day. With festal cheer, With books and music, surely we Will drink to him, whate'er he be, And sing the songs he loved to hear. S.— TENNYSON — In Memorian. CVII.
Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes, The halls of dazzling light.— H. S. VANDYKE — The Light Guitar.