Quotes about turnd (13 Quotes)

And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land Whose heart hath neer within him burnd, As home his footsteps he hath turnd From wandering on a foreign strand If such there breathe, go mark him well For him no Minstrel raptures swell High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonord, and unsung.

'Twas the Greeks' love of war
Turn'd Love into a boy,
And woman into a statue of stone--
And away fled every joy.

Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's friend.

When Hope, the eagle that tower'd, could see
No cliff beyond him in the sky,
His pinions were bent droopingly-
And homeward turn'd his soften'd eye.

He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, 'Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore.'

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found ... A mode of proving that the earth turnd round In a most natural whirl, called gravitation And thus is the sole mortal who could grapple Since Adam, with a fall or with an apple.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.

Come, come, you are a fool,
And turn'd into the extremity of love.

This is the Chapel: here, my son,
Your father thought the thoughts of youth,
And heard the words that one by one
The touch of Life has turn'd to truth.

No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose.

He turn'd him right and round about Upon the Irish shore, And gae his bridle reins a shake, With, 'Adieu for evermore, my dear, And adieu for evermore.'

And writers say, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.