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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SUN (THE). The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as pure as before.— BACON — Advancement of Learning. Bk. II.
See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. The Surface. L. 409,
SUN (THE). See the sun! That poor-souled piece of heroism, self- God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. A Mountain.
The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. Heaven.
Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes down.— BRYANT — The Cloud on the Way. L. 18.
The sun, too, shines into cesspools, and is not polluted.— DIOGENES LAERTIUS — Bk. VI. Sec. 63.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.— DRYDEN — The Story of Acis, Polyphe-
mus, and Galatea from the Thirteenth Book of Ovid's Metamorphoses. L. 165. High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.— FALCONER — The Shipwreck. Canto I. III. L. 3.
Failing yet gracious, Slow pacing, soon homing, A patriarch that strolls Through the tents of his children, The sun as he journeys His round on the lower Ascents of the blue, Washes the roofs And the hillsides with clarity.— WM. ERNEST HENLEY — Rhymes and
Rhythms. Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies. S.— HOOD — Hymn to the Sun. St. 4.
She stood breast-high amid the corn, Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.— HOOD — Ruth.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted. и.— LYLY — Euphues. P. 43.
Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou, thyself, movest alone.— MACPHERSON — The Poems of Ossian.
Carthon. Ossian's Address to the Sun The gay motes that people the sunbeams.— MILTON — Penseroso. L. 8,
SUN (THE). The great luminary Aloof the vulgar constellations thick, That from his lordly eye keep distance due, Dispenses light from far.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. III. L. 576.
Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. L. 171.
And see-the Sun himself!-on wings Of glory up the East he springs. Angel of Light! who from the time Those heavens began their march sublime, Hath first of all the starry choir Trod in his Maker's steps of fire!— MOORE — Lalla Rookh. The Fire
C. Worshippers. As sunshine, broken in the rill, Though turn'd astray, is sunshine still!— MOORE — Lalla Rookh. The Fire
Worshippers. And the sun had on a crown Wrought of gilded thistledown, And a scarf of velvet vapor And a raveled rainbow gown; And his tinsel-tangled hair Tossed and lost upon the air Was glossier and flossier Than any anywhere.— JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY — The South
Wind and the Sun. I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 49.
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.— Shakespeare — Richard III. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 263.
That orbed continent the fire That severs day from night.— Shakespeare — Twelfth Night. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 278.
The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike.— Shakespeare — Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 455.
When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport, But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.— Shakespeare — Comedy of Errors. Act II. Sc. 2. L.30.
In the warm shadow of her loveliness; - He kissed her with his beams.— SHELLEY — The Witch of Atlas. St. 2.
*** Because as the sun reflecting upon the wind of strands and shores is unpolluted in its beams, so is God not dishonoured when we suppose him in every of his creatures, and in every part of every one of them.— JEREMY TAYLOR — Holy Living. Ch. II. Sec. III.
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