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Talk: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
For I no sooner in my heart divin'd, My heart, which by a secret harmony Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. X. L. 357.
Never elated while one man's oppress'd; Never dejected while another's blessed.— POPE — Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 323.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.— POPE — Eloise to Abelard. L. 57.
Somewhere or other there must surely be The face not seen, the voice not heard, The heart that not yet- never yet-ah me! Made answer to my word.— CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI — Somewhere or
Other. If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine.— SCHILLER — Votive Tablets. Value and
Worth. It [true love] is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind In body and in soul can bind.— SCOTT — Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto V. St. 13.
A sympathy in choice. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 141. For thou hast given me in this beauteous face, A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.— Shakespeare — Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 21.
Sympathy is especially a Christian's duty.— SPURGEON — Gleanings Among the
Sheaves. Sympathy. T.
It would talk; Lord, how it talked! S.— BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER — The Scornful Lady. Act IV. Sc. 1.
But still his tongue ran on, the less Of weight it bore, with greater ease.— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto II. L. 443
With vollies of eternal babble.— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto II. L. 453.
Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse, But talking is not always to converse, Not more distinct from harmony divine The constant creaking of a country sign.— COWPER — Conversation. L. 7.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.— DRYDEN — Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. I. L. 533,
My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.— GAY — Introduction to the Fables. Pt. I. L. 57.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound. And news much older than their ale went round.— GOLDSMITH — The Deserted Village. L. 223.
Stop not, unthinking, every friend you meet To spin your wordy fabric in the street; While you are emptying your colloquial pack, The fiend Lumbago jumps upon his back.— O. W. HOLMES — Urania. A Rhymed Lesson. L. 439.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.— HOMER — Iliad. Bk. XXII. L. 169.
Pope's trans. Then he will talk-good gods, how he will talk!— NATHANIEL LEE — Alexander the Great. Act I. Sc. 1.
In general those who nothing have to say Contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.— LOWELL — An Oriental Apologue. St. 15.
Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark.— JAMES MERRICK — The Chameleon.
His talk was like a stream which runs With rapid change from rock to roses; It slipped from politics to puns; It passed from Mahomet to Moses; Beginning with the laws that keep The planets in their radiant courses, And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels or shoeing horses.— PRAED — The Vicar.
They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think.— PRIOR — Upon a Passage in the
Scaligerana. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 155.