“Alas! alas! too often conscience sleeps,
When pleasure's syren numbers lull its rest.”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
Canto II, VIII
The Fate of Adelaide (1821)
Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)
“Alas! alas! too often conscience sleeps,
When pleasure's syren numbers lull its rest.”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
Canto II, VIII
The Fate of Adelaide (1821)
“God, give us Peace! not such as lulls to sleep,
But sword on thigh and brow with purpose knit!”
James Russell Lowell (1819–1891) American poet, critic, editor, and diplomat
The Washers of the Shroud, st. 20
Context: God, give us Peace! not such as lulls to sleep,
But sword on thigh and brow with purpose knit!
And let our Ship of State to harbor sweep,
Her ports all up, her battle lanterns lit,
And her leashed thunders gathering for their leap.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
Song: Oh never another dream can be
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
Oliver Goldsmith book The Vicar of Wakefield
Source: The Vicar of Wakefield (1766), Ch. 8, The Hermit (Edwin and Angelina), st. 19.
“The central idea of poetry is the idea of guessing right, like a child.”
G. K. Chesterton (1874–1936) English mystery novelist and Christian apologist
Ch I: The Victorian Compromise and Its Enemies (p. 24)
The Victorian Age in Literature (1913)
“Ending a novel is almost like putting a child to sleep – it can't be done abruptly.”
Colm Tóibín (1955) Irish novelist and writer
Colm Tóibín, novelist – portrait of the artist http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2013/feb/19/colm-toibin-novelist-portrait-artist, The Guardian (19 February 2013)
Joseph Fouché (1759–1820) French statesman
Inscription placed by his orders on the Gates of the Cemeteries in 1794; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“Death is not "an eternal sleep!"”
Maximilien Robespierre (1758–1794) French revolutionary lawyer and politician
Citizens! efface from the tomb that motto, graven by sacrilegious hands, which spreads over all nature a funereal crape, takes from oppressed innocence its support, and affronts the beneficent dispensation of death! Inscribe rather thereon these words: "Death is the commencement of immortality!" <br class="br">Source: Last speech to the National Convention http://www.bartleby.com/268/7/24.html (26 July 1794)