Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


See the wild waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, broken temples spread;
The very tombs now vanished, like their dead!
Pope.—Moral Essays; to Mr. Addison, Epi. V. Line 1.

The silver goose before the shining gate,
There flew; and by her cackle saved the state.
Dryden’s Virgil.—The Æneid, Book VIII. Line 655.

And here a goose in silver, fluttering athwart the gilded galleries, gave warning that the Gauls were just at hand.
Buckley’s Virgil.—The Æneid, Book VIII. Page 289.

Far as the sickening eye can sweep around,
’Tis now one desert, desolate and grey.
Thomson.—Liberty, Part I.

Thin wave the gifts
Of yellow Ceres.
Thomson.—Liberty, Part I.

Inglorious droops the laurel, dead to song,
And long a stranger to the hero’s brow.
Thomson.—Liberty, Part I.

Breathing a kind oblivion o’er their woes.
Thomson.—Liberty, Part I.

An almost total desolation sits,
A dreary stillness, saddening o’er the coast.
Thomson.—Liberty, Part I.

To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.
Shakespeare.—Titus Andronicus, Act I. Scene 2. (Saturninus to Titus.)

Rome indeed, and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
Shakespeare.—Julius Cæsar, Act I. Scene 2. (Cassius to Brutus.)