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Ruin: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

A prince, the moment he is crown'd, Inherits every virtue sound, As emblems of the sovereign power, Like other baubles in the Tower: Is generous, valiant, just, and wise, And so continues till he dies.— SWIFT — On Poetry. L. 191.

Hener was the hero-king, Heaven-born, dear to us, Showing his shield A shelter for peace.— ESAIAS TEGNÉR — Fridthjof's Saga. Canto XXI. St. 7.

Broad-based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea.— TENNYSON — To the Queen. St. 9.

In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.— TENNYSON — Idylls of the King. Dedication. L. 26.

And the King with his golden sceptre, The Pope with Saint Peter's key, Can never unlock the one little heart That is opened only to me. For I am the Lord of a Realm, And I am Pope of a See; Indeed I'm supreme in the kingdom That is sitting, just now, on my knee.— C. H. WEBB — The King and the Pope.

A partial world will listen to my lays, While Anna reigns, and sets a female name Unrival'd in the glorious lists of fame.— YOUNG — Force of Religion. Bk. I. L. 6.

Should the whole frame of nature round him break In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.— ADDISON — Horace. Ode III. Bk. III.

Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate, Full on thy bloom.— BURNS — To a Mountain Daisy.

S. There is a temple in ruin stands, Fashion'd by long forgotten hands: Two or three columns, and many a stone, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown!— BYRON — Siege of Corinth. St. 18.

The ruins of himself! now worn away With age, yet still majestic in decay.— HOMER — Odyssey. Bk. XXIV. L. 271. Pope's trans.

For, to make deserts, God, who rules mankind, Begins with kings, and ends the work by wind.— VICTOR HUGO — The Vanished City.

*** For such a numerous host Fled not in silence through the frighted deep With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 993.

Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all That shared its shelter, perish in its fall.— WM. PITT — The Poetry of the Anti-

Jacobin. I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.— JOHN WEBSTER — The Duchess of Malfi. Act V. Sc. 3.

Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night IX. L. 167.