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He shall have chariots easier than air,
That I will have invented; . . . And thyself,
That art the messenger, shalt ride before him
On a horse cut out of an entire diamond.
That shall be made to go with golden wheels,
I know not how yet.
Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
Source: A King and No King (act V)
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Wonders I sing; the sun has set; no night has followed.
[Lat., Mira cano; sol occubuit;
Nox nulla secuta est.]
Author: Robert Burton
Source: quoting Giraldus Gambrensis found in Camden "Epigrammes"
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A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 2)
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If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to
himself . . . that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will
find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the
discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 2)
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The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for
want of wonder.
Author: Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Source: Tremendous Trifles
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We were young, we were merry, we were very, very wise,
And the door stood open at our feast,
When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes,
And a man with his back to the East.
Author: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Source: Unwelcome
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"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam
triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no
man never see, and that's a dead donkey."
Author: Charles Dickens
Source: The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club (ch. LI)
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Long stood the noble youth oppress'd with awe,
And stupid at the wondrous things he saw,
Surpassing common faith, transgressing nature's law.
Author: John Dryden
Source: Theodore and Honoria (l. 217)
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Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science.
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Source: Works and Days
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This wonder lasted nine daies.
Author: John Heywood
Source: Proverbs (pt. II, ch. I)
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The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
The things that might have been, and yet were not,
The fading twilight of joys departed.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Christus--Divine Tragedy--First Passover (III, Marriage in Cana)
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Wonder [said Socrates] is very much the affection of a
philosopher; for there is no other beginning of philosophy than
this.
Author: Plato
Source: Theoetetus (XXXII), (Cary's translation)
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Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Prologue to the Satires (l. 169)
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Out of our reach the gods have laid
Of time to come th' event,
And laugh to see the fools afraid
Of what the knaves invent.
Author: Sir Charles Sedley
Source: Lycophron
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O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: As You Like It (Celia at III, ii)
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O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Horatio at I, v)
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Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud
Without our special wonder?
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Macbeth (Macbeth at III, iv)
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It will have blood, they say: blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
Augures and understood relations have
By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Macbeth (Macbeth at III, iv)
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She swore, i' faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Othello the Moor of Venice (Othello at I, iii)
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There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
Author: William Wordsworth
Source: Peter Bell (prologue, st. 1)
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Nothing but what astonishes is true.
Author: Edward Young
Source: Night Thoughts (night IX)
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We nothing know, but what is marvellous;
Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
Author: Edward Young
Source: Night Thoughts (night VII)
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