Chapter PARTHIANS to PAST of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

PARTHIANS to PAST

PARTHIANS.—The Parthian, presuming on his flight and arrows, shot backward.

Davidson’s Virgil, by Buckley. Georgics, Book III. Page 69; Gay’s Trivia, Book II. Line 295.

Like the Parthian, I shall flying fight.

Shakespeare.—Cymbeline, Act I. Scene 7.

How quick they wheel’d, and, flying, behind them shot
Sharp sleet of arrowy shower.

Milton.—Paradise Regained, Book III. Line 323; Gray, “The Fatal Sisters,” Verse 1.

Death like a Parthian flies, and flying kills.

Jasper Fisher.—The True Trojans, Act III. Scene 5.

PARTING.—I humbly take my leave.

Shakespeare.—King Richard III. Act IV. Scene 3.

We only part to meet again.

Gay.—Black-eyed Susan, Verse 4.

And often took leave, but was loth to depart.

Prior.—Thief and Cordelier, Verse 5.

There was shaking of hands, and sorrow of heart,
For the hour was approaching when merry folks must part;
So we call’d for our horses, and asked for our way,
While the jolly old landlord said, “Nothing’s to pay.”

Scott.—The Pirate, Chap. XXIII.

PARTING.—’Tis the pang alone to part
From those we love, that rends the heart,
That agony to save;
Some nameless pow’r in nature strives:
Our fading hope in death revives,
And blossoms in the grave.

Mrs. John Hunter.—To a Primrose. (Baillie’s Coll.)

This parting heart strikes poor lovers dumb.

Shakespeare.—Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act II. Scene 2.

Nay, ’twill be this hour ere I have done weeping;—here’s my mother’s breath up and down; now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes: now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.

Shakespeare.—Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act II. Scene 3.

Excuse me, then; you know my heart;
But dearest friends, alas! must part.

Gay.—Fable 50. Line 61.

Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good-night till it be to-morrow.

Shakespeare.—Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene 2.

Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.