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William Julius Mickle
19 quotes
“The best of parents blest my younger days; What others teach with frowns, they taught with praise.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) first seen 1734 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Early and unfinished epsile to a friend", as reported by John Sim in The Poetical Works of William Julius Mickle (London, 1806), p. x, and as quoted by Sister M. Eustace in William Julius Mickle (1734–1788): A Critical …
“My father joy'd to show the pleasant road, That leads thro' nature, up to nature's God. While others teach their sons the love of gold, He to my opening judgment would unfold The classic page.—My mother would inspire And fan the sallies of the muse's fire: She taught me to be great, was to be good; That goodness far excell'd the noblest blood.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) first seen 1734 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Early and unfinished epsile to a friend", quoted in Sister M. Eustace's William Julius Mickle (1734–1788): A Critical Study (1937), p. 2
“Knowledge or wealth to few are given, But mark how just the ways of Heaven: True joy to all is free. Nor wealth nor knowledge grant the boon: 'Tis thine, O conscience, thine alone, It all belongs to thee.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) first seen 1761 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Knowledge: an Ode (c. 1761)
“Dull as a twice-told tale.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) first seen 1761 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: A Night Piece (c. 1761)
“Thousands of angels at thy gate, And great archangels stand, And twenty thousand chariots wait, Great Lord, thy dread command! Through all thy great, thy vast domains, With godlike honours clad, Captivity in captive chains Triumphing thou hast led.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“There, where the cross in hoary ruin nods, And weeping yews o'ershade the lettered stones, While midnight silence wraps these dark abodes, And soothes me wand'ring o'er my kindred bones, Let kindled fancy view the glorious morn, When from the bursting graves the dust shall rise, All nature smiling, and, by angels borne, Messiah's cross, far blazing o'er the skies.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) first seen 1762 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Pollio: an Elegy (written 1762; published 1765)
“When nature's happiest touch could add no more, Heaven lent an angel's beauty to her face.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) first seen 1770 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Mary, Queen of Scots: an Elegy (1770)
“Awake, ye West Winds, through the lonely dale, And Fancy, to thy fairy bower betake; Even now, with balmy freshness breathes the gale, Dimpling with downy wing the stilly lake; Through the pale willows faltering whispers wake, And Evening comes with locks bodropp'd with dew; On Desmond's mouldering turrets slowly shake The trembling rye-grass and the harehell blue, And ever and anon fair Mulla's plaints renew.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) first seen 1777 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Sir Martyn (1777), Canto I, stanza 1
“But are ye sure the news is true— And are ye sure he's weel? Is this a time to think o' wark?— Ye jades, fling by your wheel!”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“For there's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck at a'; There's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman's awa'.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Also quoted by: W. J. Mickle
“Sae true's his words, sae smooth's his speech, His breath like caller air, His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stairs: And will I see his face again! And will I hear him speak!”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw!”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“None but a poet can translate a poet.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Nor let the critic, if he find the meaning of Camoens in some instances altered, imagine that he has found a blunder in the Translator. ... It was not to gratify the dull few, whose greatest pleasure in reading a translation is to see what the author exactly says; it was to give a poem that might live in the English language which was the ambition of the Translator. ... And the original is in the hands of the world.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“The dews of summer night did fall; The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall And many an oak that grew thereby.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Stanza 1, quoted in Walter Scott's Kenilworth (1821), Ch. 6. Compare: "Jove, thou regent of the skies", Alexander Pope, The Odyssey, book ii, line 42; "Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night", John Gay, Trivia, boo…
“And ere the dawn of day appear'd, In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear, Full many a piercing scream was heard, And many a cry of mortal fear.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“The death-bell thrice was heard to ring, An aerial voice was heard to call, And thrice the raven flapp'd its wing Around the towers of Cumnor Hall.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“The moon, full-orbed, forsakes her watery cave, And lifts her lovely head above the wave; The snowy splendours of her modest ray Stream o'er the glistening waves, and quivering play; Around her, glittering on the heaven's arched brow, Unnumbered stars, enclosed in azure, glow, Thick as the dew-drops of the April dawn, Or May-flowers crowding o'er the daisy lawn; The canvas whitens in the silvery beam, And with a mild pale-red the pendants gleam; The masts' tall shadows tremble o'er the deep; The peaceful winds a holy silence keep; The watchman's carol, echoed from the prows, Alone, at times, awakes the still repose.”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Leicester," she cried, "is this thy love That thou so oft hast sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely grove, Immured in shameful privity?"No more thou com'st with lover's speed, Thy once beloved bride to see; But be she alive, or be she dead, I fear, stern Earl, 's the same to thee."Not so the usage I received When happy in my father's hall; No faithless husband then me grieved, No chilling fears did me appall."I rose up with the cheerful morn, No lark more blithe, no flower more gay; And like the bird that haunts the thorn, So merrily sung the livelong day."If that my beauty is but small, Among court ladies all despised, Why didst thou rend it from that hall, Where, scornful Earl, it well was prized?”
William Julius Mickle (1734–1788) said by 1788 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source