“Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace.”
Melancholic feeling
Melancholic Quotes — page 196 of 412
“Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. A man I am, crossed with adversity; My riches are these poor habiliments, Of which if you should here disfurnish me, You take the sum and substance that I have.”
“Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.”
“Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!”
“Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust.”
“A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.”
“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous goans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours.”
“One pain is lessened by another's anguish.”
“Where the greater malady is fixed, The lesser is scarce felt.”
“For you and I are past our dancing days.”
“We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.”
“The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.”
“Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.”
“Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn”
“The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.”
“How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!”
“The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.”
“It may well be that we shall by a process of sublime irony have reached a state in this story where safety will be the sturdy child of terror, and survival the twin brother of annihilation.”
“And what a plan! This vast operation is undoubtedly the most complicated and difficult that has ever occurred.”
“Nothing is perfect on the human stage.”