Walter Scott book Quentin Durward
Quentin Durward, Chap. iv.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea.”
— Walter Scott, book Quentin Durward
Quentin Durward (1823), Ch. 4.
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The sun has left the lea." by Walter Scott?
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Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet 1771–1832Related quotes
“For on this my heart is set:
When the hour is nigh me,
Let me in the tavern die,
With a tankard by me.”
Meum est propositum<br/>in taberna mori,<br/>ut sint vina proxima<br/>morientis ori.
Archpoet (1130–1165) 12th century poet
Meum est propositum
in taberna mori,
ut sint vina proxima
morientis ori.
Source: "Confession", Line 89
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“in this short life
that only lasts ah hour
how much-how little-is
within our power.”
Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) American poet
“I think the sun is a flower,
That blooms for just one hour.”
Ray Bradbury book All Summer in a Day
Source: All Summer in a Day
Edwin Markham (1852–1940) American poet
Source: The Shoes of Happiness, and Other Poems (1913), The Crowning Hour, III
Context: p>As we go star-stilled in the mystic garden,
All the prose of this life run there to rhyme,
How eagerly then will the poor heart pardon
All of these hurts of Time!Ah, yes, in that hour of our souls dream-driven,
In that high, white hour, O my wild sea-bride,
The tears and the years will be all forgiven, …
And all be justified.</p
“A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.”
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Source: Bloodfever
William James (1842–1910) American philosopher, psychologist, and pragmatist
Source: 1890s, The Principles of Psychology (1890), Ch. 4
Source: Habit
Context: Keep the faculty of effort alive in you by a little gratuitous exercise every day. That is, be systematically ascetic or heroic in little unnecessary points, do every day or two something for no other reason than that you would rather not do it, so that when the hour of dire need draws nigh, it may find you not unnerved and untrained to stand the test. So with the man who has daily inured himself to habits of concentrated attention, energetic volition, and self-denial in unnecessary things. He will stand like a tower when everything rocks around him, and when his softer fellow-mortals are winnowed like chaff in the blast.