"Destin" Quotes from Famous Books
... thank my God that thou art heal'd! Thine was the sorest malady of all; And I am sad to think that it should light Upon the worthy head! But thou art heal'd, And thou art yet, we trust, the destin'd man, Born to reanimate the Lyre, whose chords Have slumber'd, and have idle lain so long, To the immortal sounding of whose strings Did Milton frame the stately-paced verse; Among whose wires with lighter finger playing, Our elder bard, Spenser, a gentle name, The Lady Muses' ... — The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Vol. 5 • Edited by E. V. Lucas |