You pour water into a sieve. [ Proverb ]
Pour not water on a drowning mouse. [ Proverb ]
Had I power, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell.
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth. [ William Shakespeare ]
Now from the world,
Sacred to sweet retirement, lovers steal,
And pour their souls in transport. [ Thomson ]
To pour the fresh instruction over the mind,
To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix
The generous purpose in the glowing breast. [ Thomson ]
Sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide
To light up worlds or wake an insect's mirth. [ Keble ]
Can wealth give happiness? look round, and see
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
Whatever fortune lavishly can pour.
The mind annihilates, and calls for more. [ Young ]
It is a bad well into which you must pour water. [ German Proverb ]
To pour oil on the fire is not the way to quench it. [ Proverb ]
If you want a good crop, sow with your hand, and pour not out of the sack. [ Proverb ]
Pour the full tide of eloquence along, serenely pure, and yet divinely strong. [ Pope ]
O kiss! mysterious beverage that the lips of lovers pour into each other, as into thirsty cups! [ A. de Musset ]
In the best books great men talk to us, give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their souls into ours. [ Channing ]
All day the rain bathed the dark hyacinths in vain; the flood may pour from morn till night, nor wash the pretty Indian white. [ Hafiz ]
A thousand wheels of labor are turned by dear affections, and kept in motion by self-sacrificing endurance; and the crowds that pour forth in the morning and return at night are daily processiona of love and duty. [ Chapin ]
Are we capable of so intimate and cordial a coalition of friendship as, that one man may pour out his bosom - his very inmost soul, with unreserved confidence to another, without hazard of losing part of that respect which man deserves from man. [ A. Burn ]
It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds. In the best books great men talk to us, give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their soul into ours. God be thanked for books; they are the voices of the distant and the dead, and make us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages. Books are the true levellers; they give to all, who will faithfully use them, the society, the spiritual presence, of the best and greatest of our race. No matter how poor I am, I shall not pine for want of intellectual companionship, and I may become a cultivated man, though excluded from what is called the best society in the place where I live. [ W. E. Channing ]