
The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations
.pdfOh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonoured his relics are laid.
‘Irish Melodies’ (1807) ‘Oh! breathe not his name’
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
‘Irish Melodies’ (1807) ‘Rich and rare were the gems she wore’
My only books Were woman’s looks,
And folly’s all they’ve taught me.
‘Irish Melodies’ (1807) ‘The time I’ve lost in wooing’
’Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.
‘Irish Melodies’ (1807) ‘’Tis the last rose of summer’
Then awake! the heavens look bright, my dear; ’Tis never too late for delight, my dear;
And the best of all ways To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
‘Irish Melodies’ (1807) ‘The young May moon’
Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour, I’ve seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower, But ’twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle,
To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die!
‘Lalla Rookh’ (1817) ‘The Fire-Worshippers’ pt. 1, l. 279
Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips!
‘Lalla Rookh’ (1817) ‘The Fire-Worshippers’ pt. 2, l. 484
But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
‘Lalla Rookh’ (1817) ‘The Veiled Prophet’ pt. 3, l. 356
Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
In William Roper ‘The Life of Sir Thomas More’
I cumber [burden] you goode Margaret muche, but I woulde be sorye, if it shoulde be any lenger than to morrowe, for it is S. Thomas evin and the vtas of Sainte Peter and therefore to morowe longe I to goe to God, it were a daye very meete and conveniente for me. I neuer liked your maner towarde me better then when you kissed me laste for I loue when doughterly loue and deere charitie hathe no laisor to looke to worldely curtesye. Fare well my deere childe and praye for me, and I shall for you and all your freindes that we maie merily meete in heaven.
Last letter to Margaret Roper, his daughter, 5 July 1535 in E. F. Rogers (ed.) ‘The Correspondence of Sir Thomas More’ (1947). More was beheaded the following morning.
1.168 Thomas Morell 1703-84
See, the conquering hero comes! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums!
‘Judas Maccabeus’ (1747) ‘A chorus of youths’ and ‘Joshua’ (1748) pt. 3 (to music by Handel)
1.169 Robin Morgan 1941—
Sisterhood is powerful.
Title of book (1970)
1.170 Christopher Morley 1890-1957
Life is a foreign language: all men mispronounce it.
‘Thunder on the Left’ (1925) ch. 14.
1.171 Lord Morley (John, Viscount Morley of Blackburn) 1838-1923
The whole of the golden Gospel of Silence is now effectively compressed in thirty-five volumes.
‘Critical Miscellanies’ (1886) ‘Carlyle’
You have not converted a man, because you have silenced him.
‘On Compromise’ (1874) ch. 5
1.172 Countess Morphy (Marcelle Azra Forbes) fl. 1930-50
The tragedy of English cooking is that ‘plain’ cooking cannot be entrusted to ‘plain’ cooks.
‘English Recipes’ (1935) p. 17
1.173 Charles Morris 1745-1838
But a house is much more to my mind than a tree, And for groves, O! a good grove of chimneys for me.
‘Country and Town’
1.174 Desmond Morris 1928—
The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.
1.195 Ethel Watts Mumford 1878-1940, Oliver Herford 1863-1935, and Addison Mizner 18721933
In the midst of life we are in debt.
‘Altogether New Cynic’s Calendar’ (1907).
1.196 Lewis Mumford 1895—
Every generation revolts against its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers.
‘The Brown Decades’ (1931) p. 3
Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.
‘Quote Magazine’ 8 October 1961
1.197 Iris Murdoch b. 1919
Dora Greenfield left her husband because she was afraid of him. She decided six months later to return to him for the same reason.
‘The Bell’ (1958) opening lines
The Greeks said God was always doing geometry, modern physicists say he’s playing roulette, everything depends on the observer, the universe is a totality of observations, it’s a work of art created by us.
‘The Good Apprentice’
Only in our virtues are we original, because virtue is difficult...Vices are general, virtues are particular.
‘Nuns and Soldiers’
One doesn’t have to get anywhere in a marriage. It’s not a public conveyance.
‘A Severed Head’ (1961) ch. 3
Anything thst consoles is fake.
In R. Harries ‘Prayer and the Pursuit of Happiness’ (1985) p. 115
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.
In ‘The Times’ 15 April 1983 ‘Profile’
1.198 C. W. Murphy and Will Letters
Has anybody here seen Kelly? Kelly from the Isle of Man?
‘Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly?’ (1909 song)
1.199 Fred Murray
Ginger, you’re balmy!
Title of song (1910)
I’m Henery the Eighth, I am! Henery the Eighth, I am, I am!
I got married to the widow next door, She’s been married seven times before.