"Smit" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... majesty of Mud; Shaking the horrors of his sable brows, And each ferocious feature grim with ooze. Greater he looks, and more than mortal stares; Then thus the wonders of the deep declares. "First he relates how, sinking to the chin, Smit with his mien, the mud-nymphs suck'd him in; How young Lutetia, softer than the down, Nigrina black, and Merdamente brown, Vy'd for his love in jetty bow'rs below, As Hylas fair was ravish'd long ago. Then sung, how shown him by the ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 58, Number 358, August 1845 • Various
... scientists pursue science because they love truth. They derive no animation from the thought of any practical application which they can make from their scientific discoveries. They have no dreams of patents and subsequent royalties, although these sometimes come. They enter upon their work, smit with a passion for truth. If to any one of them it should happen to be pointed out—as Sir Humphrey Davy showed the ardent young Michael Faraday—at the beginning of his career, that science is a hard mistress who pays badly, they are so in love with science ...
— Brave Men and Women - Their Struggles, Failures, And Triumphs • O.E. Fuller
... Monarch with a cry, While with rage his cheek grew white: "Why hast thou my bravest kemp Smit to ...
— Ulf Van Yern - and Other Ballads • Thomas J. Wise
... dear love of Him who gave His life for ours, my child from bondage save,— My beautiful, brave first-born, chained with slaves In the Moor's galley, where the sun-smit waves Lap the white walls of Tunis!"—"What I can I give," Tritemius said, "my prayers."—"O man Of God!" she cried, for grief had made her bold, "Mock me not thus; I ask not prayers, but gold. Words will not serve me, alms alone suffice; ...
— The Complete Works of Whittier - The Standard Library Edition with a linked Index • John Greenleaf Whittier
... cried, "I am smit wi' your charms, Consent but to marry me now, I 'm as good as ever laid hair upon thairms, An' I 'll cheer baith the fiddle ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel , Volume I. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... short of reason he must fall, Who thinks all made for one, not one for all. Grant that the powerful still the weak control; Be man the wit and tyrant of the whole: Nature that tyrant checks; he only knows, And helps, another creature's wants and woes. Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings? Man cares for all: to birds he gives his woods, To beasts his pastures, and to fish his floods; For some his interest prompts ...
— Essay on Man - Moral Essays and Satires • Alexander Pope
... and farmers gave similar evidence regarding their districts. They included Mr. J. S. Smit, the Klerksdorp Magistrate, who incidentally exploded the stale old falsehood about Natives living on the labour of their wives. The Rev. J. L. Dube said inter alia: "It is a fact that none can deny that the white man has got the best land. In the Free State ...
— Native Life in South Africa, Before and Since • Solomon Tshekisho Plaatje
... inheritance of Heracles, Together won this fair Messenian land— Alas, that, how to rule it, was our broil! He had his counsel, party, friends—I mine; He stood by what he wish'd for—I the same; I smote him, when our wishes clash'd in arms— He had smit me, had he been swift as I. But while I smote him, Queen, I honour'd him; Me, too, had he prevail'd, he had not scorn'd. Enough of this! Since that, I have maintain'd The sceptre—not remissly let it fall— And I am seated on a prosperous throne; Yet still, for ...
— Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold • Matthew Arnold
... eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt {185} Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit; nor sometimes forget Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled ...
— Milton • John Bailey
... horde of Pastoureaux, The rabble of armed herdsmen, peasants, slaves, Men-beasts of burden—coarse as the earth they tilled, Who like an inundation deluged France To drown our race—my heart held firm, my faith Shook not upon her rock until I saw, Smit by God's beam, the big black cloud dissolve. Then followed with their scythes, spades, clubs, and banners Flaunting the Cross, the hosts of Armleder, From whose fierce wounds we scarce are healed ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. II. (of II.), Jewish Poems: Translations • Emma Lazarus
... because you seek in me What is the lowest in my own esteem: Only my flowery levels can you see, Nor of my heaven-smit summits ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 12, No. 74, December, 1863 • Various
... said I, turning pale with astonishment—is it possible, that a people so smit with sentiment should at the same time be so unclean, and so unlike ...
— A Sentimental Journey • Laurence Sterne
... o' the tabret, my heart takes flight * And love-smit cries while thy fingers smite! Thou takest naught but a wounded heart, * The while for acceptance longs the wight: So say thou word or heavy or light; * Play whate'er thou please it will charm ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 8 • Richard F. Burton
... The extortioner's hard hand foregoes the gold Wrung from the o'er-worn poor. The perjurer, Whose tongue was lithe, e'en now, and voluble Against his neighbour's life, and he who laughed And leaped for joy to see a spotless fame Blasted before his own foul calumnies, Are smit with deadly silence. He, who sold His conscience to preserve a worthless life, Even while he hugs himself on his escape, Trembles, as, doubly terrible, at length, Thy steps o'ertake him, and there is no time ...
— Poems • William Cullen Bryant
... This south fort had been abandoned. Our force consisted of 317 soldiers, besides a company of sailors. The general's company, of which Lietenant Nuijtingh was captain, and Jan Hagel ensign-bearer, was ninety strong. The general's second company, of which Dirck Smit was captain, and Don Pouwel ensign-bearer, was sixty strong. Nicolaes de Silla the marshal's company, of which Lieutenant Pieter Ebel was captain, and William van Reijnevelt ensign-bearer, was fifty-five strong. The major's second company, which was composed of seamen and pilots, with Dirck Jansz ...
— Narrative of New Netherland • J. F. Jameson, Editor
... when she got strong enough she sot off for Jonesville in her soldier clothes, for she thought she would wear 'em till she got away, but she wuz brung back as a deserter and Waitstill stood by her durin' her trial, and after Alan's death she too wuz smit down, like a posy in a cyclone. Arvilly, in her own clothes now, tended her like a mother, and as soon as she wuz able to travel took her back to Jonesville, where they make their home together, two widders, ...
— Around the World with Josiah Allen's Wife • Marietta Holley
... face is exceeding glorious and awful to behold; For of all his sorrow he knoweth and his hope smit dead and cold: ...
— The Influence of Old Norse Literature on English Literature • Conrad Hjalmar Nordby
... his dying child, And smit with grief to view her— The youth, he cried, whom I exiled Shall be ...
— The Golden Treasury - Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language • Various
... troubled him, but it could not dissuade him from loving. As little rest had Juliet, when she found that the gentleman that she had been talking with was Romeo and a Montague, for she had been suddenly smit with the same hasty and inconsiderate passion for Romeo, which he had conceived for her; and a prodigious birth of love it seemed to her, that she must love her enemy, and that her afflictions should settle there, ...
— Tales from Shakespeare • Charles and Mary Lamb
... a friend in show, Thou art in truth thy brother's foe, Who canst at such any hour deny Thy succour and neglect his cry. Yes, Lakshman, smit with love of me Thy brother's death thou fain wouldst see. This guilty love thy heart has swayed And makes thy feet so loth to aid. Thou hast no love for Rama, no: Thy joy is vice, thy thoughts are low ...
— The Ramayana • VALMIKI |
