"Wildering" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... entreating love! As they disappeared around a corner of the cliff which jutted out, a dreadful suspicion seized me. Could they be seeking self-destruction? Were they going to bury their unhallowed love, with its shame and sorrow, in one wildering embrace beneath those ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 92, June, 1865 • Various
... morn, such morn as mocks despair; And she that bore the promise of the world Within her sides, now hopeless, helmless, bare, At random o'er the wildering waters hurled; The reek of battle drifting slow a-lee ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 87, January, 1865 • Various
... curse, Genius, some have gone On the broad wake of visions wonderful And seemed, to the dull mortals far below, Unraveling the web of fate, at will. And leaning on their own creative power, As on the confident arm of buoyant Love. But from the climbing of their wildering way Many have faltered, fallen,—some have died, Still wooing from across the lapse of years The faded splendour of a morning dream, And feeding sorrow with remembered smiles. Love, that pale passion-flower of the heart, Nursed into bloom ...
— International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850 • Various
... through Night's dreary scene, With cautious steps scarce venturing on his way, Views the chaste orb of Evening's soft-eyed Queen Gild the blue east, and scare those mists away Which from his sight each faithful light obscur'd, And led him wildering, sinking pale with fear! Not he more bless'd by Cynthia's light allur'd, Onward his course with happier thoughts doth steer, Than I, O Hope! blest cheerer of the soul! Who, long in Sorrow's darkening clouds involv'd, When black despair usurp'd mild Joy's control, Saw ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 17, Number 490, Saturday, May 21, 1831 • Various
... sharper grew The hail and sleet, the frost and snow; Not e'en the eagle o'er him new, And scarce the partridge's wing below. The land became a long white sea, And then a deep with scarce a coast; The stars refused their light, till he Was in the wildering mazes lost. He dropped rein, his stiffened hand Was like a statue's hand of clay! "My trusty beast, 'tis the command; Go on, I leave to thee the way. I must go on, I must go on, Whatever lot may fall to me, On, 'tis for ...
— The Log School-House on the Columbia • Hezekiah Butterworth
... How racking now to me! My mother comes. Forgive me, O my father! if in this war, This wasting conflict of my wildering passions, Memory of thee holds here a second place! M'Donald comes with her. I would not meet him: Yet I will do it. Summon up some courage— Confess my fault, and gain, if not his love, At least the approbation of ...
— Andre • William Dunlap
... I know not what more old-fashioned flowers, showed their fair faces here and there. It was bewildering, and beyond Dolly's powers to put in order. She wished for old Peter's arrival; and meantime cut and trimmed a little here and there, gathered a nosegay of wildering blossoms, considered what might be done, and lost herself in the ...
— The End of a Coil • Susan Warner |
