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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| dffd114 | Too cruel, lady, is the pain,You bid me thus revive again. | John Conington | ||
| 97c81ed | Now dews precipitate the night,And setting stars to rest invite. | John Conington | ||
| 92513c7 | I quail,E'en now, at telling of the tale. | John Conington | ||
| 4883210 | Then come the clamour and the blare,And shouts and clarions rend the air. | John Conington | ||
| cf2b3a3 | Fury and wrath within me rave,And tempt me to a warrior's grave. | John Conington | ||
| 3abc5ee | 'Tis come, our fated day of death. | John Conington | ||
| df3c5e9 | We have been Trojans: Troy has been:She sat, but sits no more, a queen. | John Conington | ||
| ada1c9e | Dire agonies, wild terrors swarm,And Death glares grim in many a form. | John Conington | ||
| 3364e05 | I heard, fear-stricken and amazed, My speech tongue-tied, my hair upraised. | John Conington | ||
| c33b9b9 | Fell lust of gold! abhorred, accurst!What will not men to slake such thirst? | John Conington | ||
| dcb22f6 | Snatch him, ye Gods, from mortal eyes! | John Conington | ||
| 1f23d07 | Huge, awful, hideous, ghastly, blind. | John Conington | ||
| 2aee7d1 | Fear proves a base-born soul. | John Conington | ||
| 0598293 | She calls it marriage now; such nameShe chooses to conceal her shame. | John Conington | ||
| 9a06ded | While memory lasts and pulses beat,The thought of Dido shall be sweet. | John Conington | ||
| 6602616 | Curst Love! what lengths of tyrant scorn Wreak'st not on those of woman born? | John Conington | ||
| f9e8460 | A woman's will Is changeful and uncertain still. | John Conington | ||
| 0bf3f86 | My life is lived, and I have playedThe part that Fortune gave. | John Conington | ||
| 02bfc5a | Hush your tongues from idle speech. | John Conington | ||
| 8c7116e | They can because they think they can. | John Conington | ||
| df4f994 | War, dreadful war, and Tiber floodI see incarnadined with blood. | John Conington | ||
| d9a1099 | Now for a heart that scorns dismay:Now for a soul prepared. | John Conington | ||
| 2a49969 | No longer dream that human prayerThe will of Fate can overbear. | John Conington | ||
| 3162118 | A lethargy of sleep,Most like to death, so calm, so deep. | John Conington | ||
| 0775084 | This to a tyrant master soldHis native land for cursed gold. | John Conington | ||
| be6505b | Terror wings his flight. | John Conington | ||
| 108b644 | Ah! would but Jupiter restoreThe strength I had in days of yore! | John Conington | ||
| 64f32c4 | 'Tis thus that men to heaven aspire:Go on and raise your glories higher. | John Conington | ||
| d65fcf0 | Why reel I thus, confused and blind?What madness mars my sober mind? | John Conington | ||
| 9940d48 | Let Rome be glorious on the earth,The centre of Italian worth. | John Conington | ||
| 4fb11fb | Virtue's a mere name,Or 'tis high venture that achieves high aim. | John Conington | ||
| 93b49fa | For easier 'tis to learn and recollectWhat moves derision than what claims respect. | John Conington | ||
| 22aceeb | Who hopes by strange variety to please,Puts dolphins among forests, boars in seas. | John Conington | ||
| e6d7757 | Mere grace is not enough: a play should thrillThe hearer's soul, and move it at its will. | John Conington | ||
| b82cc82 | The gods imploreTo crush the proud and elevate the poor. | John Conington | ||
| 512c7a0 | What's kept at home you cancel by a stroke:What's sent abroad you never can revoke. | John Conington | ||
| 71c61d4 | None knows the reason why this curseWas sent on him, this love of making verse. | John Conington | ||
| 6dbc5a5 | A wet summer and a fine winter should be the farmer's prayer. | John Conington | ||
| df14954 | Arise from my bones, my unknown avenger. | John Conington | ||
| 76aaf2f | Well, you know, that's the problem in America, we're always having elections. | John Cornyn | ||
| 9f254e6 | Who dares to teach must never cease to learn. | John Cotton Dana | ||
| 4e91234 | Ambition is the grand enemy of all peace. | John Cowper Powys | ||
| e81fc88 | Here lies a lady," | John Crowe Ransom | ||
| 4772414 | The world is founded on a pillar which is founded on the Deep. | John Crowley |