"Dian" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Worshipper of Dian's face, In solitary places Shalt thou no more steal, as of yore, To meet her white embraces?[38] Is there no purple in the rose Henceforward to thy senses? For thee has dawn, and daylight's close Lost their ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 57, No. 356, June, 1845 • Various
... at length, dear Dian sank from sight, Into a western couch of thunder-cloud; And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained. They would not go—they never yet have gone. Lighting my lonely pathway home that night, They have not left me (as my hopes have) since. ...
— Selections From American Poetry • Various
... it sings again! Art thou a spirit, that amongst the boughs, The livelong day dost chaunt that wond'rous strain Making wan Dian stoop her silver brows Out of the clouds to hear thee? Who shall say, Thou lone one! that thy melody is gay, Let him come listen now to that one note, That thou art pouring o'er and o'er again Through the sweet echoes of thy mellow ...
— Poems • Frances Anne Butler
... pursued his way towards the city. "That aged matron has all the majesty of a Juno, and the maiden is fair as—nay, to which of the deities of Olympus could I compare one so tender and so pure! Venus! the idea were profanation—chaste Dian with her merciless arrows—Pallas, terrible to her enemies? no! Strange that it should seem an insult to the women to ...
— Hebrew Heroes - A Tale Founded on Jewish History • AKA A.L.O.E. A.L.O.E., Charlotte Maria Tucker
... mine own self, indeed, as far as the subject-matter goes, but set forth by him with figures and fancies, and daintily enough bedecked. I could have wished he had thereunto joined a fair comparison between Dian—no matter—he might perhaps have fared the better for it; but poets' wits—God help them!—when did they ever sit close about them? Read the poesy, not over-rich, and ...
— Imaginary Conversations and Poems - A Selection • Walter Savage Landor
... arms, Choosing a subject fit for fierce alarms: Both verses were alike till Love (men say) Began to smile and took one foot away. Rash boy, who gave thee power to change a line? We are the Muses' prophets, none of thine. What, if thy mother take Diana's[130] bow, Shall Dian fan when love begins to glow? In woody groves is't meet that Ceres reign, And quiver-bearing Dian till the plain? 10 Who'll set the fair-tressed Sun in battle-ray While Mars doth take the Aonian harp to play? Great are thy kingdoms, over-strong and large, Ambitious imp, why seek'st ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe
... various moods of love and awe: The Phidean Jove, with calm creative face, Like Heaven brooding o'er the deeps of Space; Imperial Juno, Mercury, winged-heeled, Lit with a message. Mars with helm and shield, Apollo with the discus, bent to throw, The piping Pan, and Dian with her bow, And Cytherca just risen from the swell Of crudded foam, half-stooping on her knee, Wringing her dripping tresses in the sea Whose loving billows climb the curved shell Tumultuously, and ...
— The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 4, March, 1851 • Various
... the Spring where the South has brightened Earth with bloom in one passionate night, Swift as the violet heavens had lightened Swift to perfection, blinding, white, Dian arose: and Actaeon saw her, Only he since the world began! Only in dreams could Endymion draw her Down to the heart ...
— Collected Poems - Volume Two (of 2) • Alfred Noyes
... paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report of Dian's lustihood Far down a heavenly hollow. Mine ear, though fain, had pain to follow: 'Tara!' it twanged, 'tara-tara!' it blew, Yet wavered oft, and flew Most ficklewise about, or here, or there, A music now from earth and now from air. But on a sudden, lo! ...
— The Poems of Sidney Lanier • Sidney Lanier
... after times her spirit free 585 Knew what love was, and felt itself alone— But holy Dian could not chaster be Before she stooped to kiss Endymion, Than now this lady—like a sexless bee Tasting all blossoms, and confined to none, 590 Among those mortal forms, the wizard-maiden Passed with an eye ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I • Percy Bysshe Shelley |
