
1870s
1870s
“Beat the plowshares back into swords; the other was a maiden aunt’s fancy.”
Source: The Puppet Masters (1951), Chapter 35 (p. 174)
“One day, when spring has gone and youth has fled,
The Maiden and the flowers will both be dead.”
Source: Dream of the Red Chamber (c. 1760), Chapter 27
"Song. She is not fair"
Poems (1851)
Source: Words of a Sage : Selected thoughts of African Spir (1937), pp. 64-65 - end of parenthesis.
" Women of the Night http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0295037/", HBO, 1988.
The Golden Violet - The Haunted Lake
The Golden Violet (1827)
And I will fare to Avalun, to the fairest of all maidens, to Argante the queen, an elf most fair, and she shall make my wounds all sound; make me all whole with healing draughts. And afterwards I will come to my kingdom, and dwell with the Britons with mickle joy.
Source: Brut, Line 14277; vol. 3, p. 144.
The Yeomen of the Guard (1888)
Source: De architectura (The Ten Books On Architecture) (~ 15BC), Book IV, Chapter I, Sec. 8
Source: Jack of Shadows (1971), Chapter 6 (p. 62)
(7th September 1822) Poetical Sketches. Third series - Sketch the First. The Mine
14th September 1822) Poetical Sketches. Third series - Sketch the Second. Gladesmuir see The Improvisatrice (1824
21st September 1822) Poetical Sketches. Third series - Sketch the Third. The Minstrel of Portugal see The Improvisatrice (1824
28th September 1822) Poetical Sketches. Third series - Sketch the Fourth. The Castilian Nuptuals see The Vow of the Peacock (1835
5th October 1822) Poetical Sketches. Third series - Sketch the Fifth. The Lover's Rock see The Vow of the Peacock (1835
12th October 1822) Poetical Sketches. Third series - Sketch the Sixth. The Basque girl and Henri Quatre see The Improvisatrice (1824
The London Literary Gazette, 1821-1822
“3306. Maidens should be seen, and not heard.”
Introductio ad prudentiam: Part II (1727), Gnomologia (1732)
"No More for Lycus", as translated by James S. Easby-Smith
“I now present to you the fairest maiden—what the hell is wrong with your face?”
WTF Is…? series, Guise of the Wolf (January 26, 2014)
“I sing for maidens and boys.”
Virginibus puerisque canto.
Book III, ode i, line 4
Odes (c. 23 BC and 13 BC)
Let us call her Aunt Edna.
The Collected Plays of Terence Rattigan (London: Hamish Hamilton, 1953) vol. 1, p. xi.
"And All of Us So Cool" (p.340)
There's a Country in My Cellar (1990)
Source: The Culture of Make Believe (2003), p. 92
From the German (In Hyperion).
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Source: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book V : The High King (1968), Chapter 9 (Dwyvach to Eilonwy)
“Maidens hearts are always soft:
Would that men's were truer!”
Song: Dost Thou Idly Ask To Hear http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16341/16341-h/16341-h.htm#page62, st. 1 (1832)
Source: Dream of the Red Chamber (1958), p. 272
“A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.”
Stanza 2
Lady Clara Vere de Vere (1832)
Toward an Activist Spirituality (2003)
Context: Much of our magic and our community work is about creating spaces of refuge from a harsh and often hostile world, safe places where people can heal and regenerate, renew our energies and learn new skills. In that work, we try to release guilt, rage, and frustration, and generally turn them into positive emotions.
Safety and refuge and healing are important aspects of spiritual community. But they are not the whole of spirituality. Feeling good is not the measure by which we should judge our spiritual work. Ritual is more than self-soothing activity.
Spirituality is also about challenge and disturbance, about pushing our edges and giving us the support we need to take great risks. The Goddess is not just a light, happy maiden or a nurturing mother. She is death as well as birth, dark as well as light, rage as well as compassion — and if we shy away from her fiercer embrace we undercut both her own power and our own growth.
“I sing for maidens and boys.”
Virginibus puerisque canto.
Horace, Odes, Book III, ode i, line 4
Misattributed
Stanza 1
Poems (1820), Ode on a Grecian Urn
Context: Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape?
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Do Not Weep, Maiden, For War is Kind, No. 1, st. 1
War Is Kind and Other Lines (1899)