What's kept at home you cancel by a stroke:
What's sent abroad you never can revoke.
John Conington Quotes
1825–1869 England
John Conington (10 August 1825 – 23 October 1869) was an English classical scholar.
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Also known as: Conington, Conington, John
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No, trust the Muse: she opes the good man's grave,
And lifts him to the gods.
If men and mortal arms ye slight,
Know there are gods who watch o'er right.
A lethargy of sleep,
Most like to death, so calm, so deep.
For easier 'tis to learn and recollect
What moves derision than what claims respect.
Who hopes by strange variety to please,
Puts dolphins among forests, boars in seas.
She calls it marriage now; such name
She chooses to conceal her shame.
Virgil imitated Homer, but imitated him as a rival, not as a disciple.
Virtue's a mere name,
Or 'tis high venture that achieves high aim.
Now dews precipitate the night,
And setting stars to rest invite.
War, dreadful war, and Tiber flood
I see incarnadined with blood.
This to a tyrant master sold
His native land for cursed gold.
Too cruel, lady, is the pain,
You bid me thus revive again.
The gods implore
To crush the proud and elevate the poor.
A woman's will
Is changeful and uncertain still.
I quail,
E'en now, at telling of the tale.
Arise from my bones, my unknown avenger.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Conington (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.