To run the wild goose chase. [ Proverb ]
O wild and wondrous midnight.
There is a might in thee
To make the charmed body
Almost like spirit be,
And give it some faint glimpses
Of immortality! [ Lowell ]
Revenge is a kind of wild justice. [ Bacon ]
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play.
And wild and sweet, The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men! [ Longfellow ]
A wild colt may become a sober horse. [ Proverb ]
He whom nature thus bereaves,
Is ever fancy's favourite child;
For thee enchanted dreams she weaves
Of changeful beauty, bright and wild. [ Mrs. Osgood ]
The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing.
In his wandering. [ Oscar Wilde ]
He looks like a wild cat out of a bush. [ Proverb ]
I am as free as nature first made man.
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran. [ Dryden ]
Different minds
Incline to different objects; one pursues
The vast alone, the wonderful, the wild;
Another sighs for harmony and grace,
And gentlest beauty. [ Akenside ]
Beautiful objects of the wild-bee's love. [ Nicoll ]
A snow of blossoms, and a wild of flowers. [ Tickell ]
And the Sabbath bell,
That over wood and wild and mountain dell
Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy
With sounds most musical, most melancholy. [ Samuel Rogers ]
Oh! roses and lilies are fair to see;
But the wild bluebell is the flower for me. [ Louisa A. Meredith ]
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. [ William Shakespeare ]
Impromptu thoughts are mental wild flowers. [ Mme. Du Deffand ]
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopies with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine. [ William Shakespeare ]
He bore a simple wild-flower wreath:
Narcissus, and the sweet brier rose;
Vervain, and flexile thyme, that breathe
Rich fragrance; modest heath, that glows
With purple bells; the amaranth bright.
That no decay, nor fading knows.
Like true love's holiest, rarest light;
And every purest flower, that blows,
In that sweet time, which Love most blesses,
When spring on summer's confines presses. [ Thomas Love Peacock ]
As well the noble savage of the field
Might tamely couple with the fearful ewe;
Tigers might engender with the timid deer;
Wild, muddy boars defile the cleanly ermine,
Or vultures sort with doves; as I with thee. [ Lee ]
Consider how the desperate fight;
Despair strikes wild, - but often fatal too -
And in the mad encounter wins success. [ Havard ]
A song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long;
Here's health and renown to his broad,
green crown, And his fifty arms so strong.
There's fear in his frown when the goes down,
And the fire in the West fades out;
And he showeth his might on a wild midnight,
When the storms through his branches shout. [ H. F. Chorley ]
Flowers whose wild odors breathe but agonies. [ Byron ]
No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest,
Till half mankind were like himself possessed. [ Cowper ]
There is an evening twilight of the heart.
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest. [ Fitz-Greene Halleck ]
There spring the wild-flowers - fair as can be. [ Eliza Cook ]
What are these,
So withered, and so wild in their attire;
That look not like the inhabitants of the earth,
And yet are on it. [ Shakespeare ]
O love, they die, in yon rich sky.
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul.
And grow forever and forever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. [ Tennyson ]
The world was sad! - the garden was a wild!
And man, the hermit, sighed - till woman smiled. [ Campbell ]
An infatuated man is not only foolish, but wild. [ Crabbe ]
There is nothing can equal the tender hours
When life is first in bloom,
When the heart like a bee, in a wild of flowers,
Finds everywhere perfume;
When the present is all and it questions not
If those flowers shall pass away,
But pleased with its own delightful lot,
Dreams never of decay. [ Bohn ]
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together;
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short;
Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold;
Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee; youth I do adore thee. [ William Shakespeare ]
Unchangeable save in thy wild waves' play,
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow;
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. [ Byron ]
Happy is he who hath sowed his wild oats betimes. [ Proverb ]
In this wild world the fondest and the best
Are the most tried, most troubled and distressed. [ Crabbe ]
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown;
With that wild wheel we go not up or down;
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. [ Alfred Tennyson ]
A love-tint flushes the wind-flower's cheek,
Rich melodies gush from the violet's beak.
On the rifts of the rock, the wild columbines grow.
Their heavy honey-cups bending low. [ Sarah Helen Whitman ]
Now began
Night with her sullen wing to double-shade
The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couched.
And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam. [ Milton ]
Against the wild-fire of the mob there is no defense. [ Proverb ]
Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird.
That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word,
That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight.
That tenderly sings there in loving delight!
Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,
Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird! [ Mrs. Osgood ]
There is a grace in wild variety surpassing rule and order. [ William Mason ]
The rage of a wild boar is able to spoil more than one wood. [ English Proverb, collected by George Herbert ]
Revenge is lost in agony, and wild remorse to rage succeeds. [ Byron ]
Wild is the music of autumnal winds amongst the faded woods. [ Wordsworth ]
Music is nothing else but wild sounds civilized into time and tune. [ Thomas Fuller ]
There is no shame in having led a wild life, but in not breaking it off. [ Horace ]
Of all wild beasts, preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame, a flatterer. [ Ben Jonson ]
There is no vice which mankind carries to such wild extremes as that of avarice. [ Swift ]
Genius is always impatient of its harness; its wild blood makes it hard to train. [ Oliver Wendell Holmes ]
It's sad that a family can be torn apart by something as simple as a pack of wild dogs. [ Jack Handey, Deep Thoughts ]
As a wild maiden, with love-drinking eyes, sees in sweet dreams a beaming youth of glory. [ Alexander Smith ]
When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted. [ Beecher ]
There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a communicative man having nothing to communicate. [ Bovee ]
Women are a fascinatingly wilful set. Every woman is a rebel and usually in wild revolt against herself. [ Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance ]
Superstition changes a man to a beast, fanaticism makes him a wild beast, and despotism a beast of burden. [ La Harpe ]
The sowing of wild oats is necessary in the life of a man. Libertinism is a leaven that ferments sooner or later. [ J. J. Rousseau ]
After a man has sown his wild oats in the years of his youth, he has still every year to get over a few weeks and days of folly. [ Richter ]
We can take up no scheme, however wild and impracticable, but it will strike off some flower or fruit from the tree of knowledge. [ Ward Beecher ]
The best ground, untilled, soonest runs out into rank weeds; a man of knowledge that is either negligent or uncorrected cannot but grow wild and godless. [ Bishop Hall ]
The mind has a certain vegetative power, which cannot be wholly idle. If it is not laid out and cultivated into a beautiful garden, it will of itself shoot up in weeds or flowers of a wild growth. [ Steele ]
I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading. I cannot sit and think; books think for me. I have no repugnances. Shaftesbury is not too genteel for me, nor Jonathan Wild too low. [ Lamb ]
The essence of humour is sensibility, warm, tender, fellow-feeling with all forms of existence; and unless seasoned and purified by humour, sensibility is apt to run wild, will readily corrupt into disease, falsehood, or, in one word, sentimentality. [ Carlyle ]
The wild force of genius has often been fated by Nature to be finally overcome by quiet strength. The volcano sends up its red bolt with terrific force, as if it would strike the stars; but the calm, resistless hand of gravitation seizes it and brings it to the earth. [ Bayne ]
Music is nothing else but wild sounds civilized into time and tune; such is the extensiveness thereof, that it stoopeth so low as brute beasts, yet mounteth as high as angels; horses will do more for a whistle than for a whip, and by hearing their bells, jingle away their weariness. [ T. Fuller ]
Often a nosegay of wild flowers, which was to us, as village children, a grove of pleasure, has in after years of manhood, and in the town, given us by its old perfume, an indescribable transport back into godlike childhood; and how, like a flower goddess, it has raised us into the first embracing Aurora clouds of our first dim feelings! [ Richter ]
Yorick sometime?, in his wild way of talking, would say that gravity was an arrant scoundrel, and, he would add, of the most dangerous kind, too, because a sly one; and that he verily believed more honest well-meaning people were bubbled out of their goods and money by it in one twelvemonth than by pocket-picking and shop-lifting in seven. [ Sterne ]
Who is there who has not experienced that often a nosegay of wild flowers, which was to us as village children a grove of pleasure, has in after years of manhood, and in the town, given us. by its old perfume an indescribable transport back into godlike childhood; and how, like a flower-goddess, it has raised us into the first embracing Aurora-clouds of our first dim feelings? [ Richter ]
How fitting to have every day, in a vase of water on your table, the wild flowers of the season which are just blossoming. Can any house be said to be furnished without them? Shall we be so forward to pluck the fruits of Nature and neglect her flowers? These are surely her finest influences. So may the season suggest the thoughts it is fitted to suggest. Let me know what pictures Nature is painting, what poetry she is writing, what ode composing now. [ Thoreau ]
If I live in the Wild West days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That was if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like, Hey look. He's carrying a soldering iron!
and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice.
Then everyone would get real quiet and ashamed, because they made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink. [ Jack Handey, Deep Thoughts ]
Who can fathom the depth of a mother's love! No friendship so pure, so devoted; the wild storm of adversity and the bright sunshine of prosperity are all alike to her; however unworthy we may be of that affection, a mother never ceases to love her erring child. Often, when alone, as we gaze up to the starry heaven, can we in imagination catch a glimpse of the angels around the great white throne,
and among the brightest and fairest of them all is our sweet mother, ever beckoning us onward and upward to her celestial home. [ R. Smith ]