Then shall our names Familiar in his mouth as household words, Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. Shakespeare: Henry V. Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise To scorn delights and live laborious days; Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, Milton: Lycidas. Nor fame I slight, nor for her favors call: Pope: Temple of Fame. The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame For what is fame Blair: Grave. But the benignant strength of One, transformed To joy of Many? George Eliot: Armgart. Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar! Beattie: Minstrel. Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd, it shrinks to nothing in the grasp. Young: Night Thoughts. Who can contemplate Fame through clouds unfold The star which rises o'er her steep, nor climb? Byron: Childe Harold. The drying up a single tear has more We tell thy doom without a sigh, Byron: Don Juan. For thou art freedom's now, and fame's- Halleck. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, The paths of glory lead but to the grave! Gray: Elegy. Fame lulls the fever of the soul, and makes Joaquin Miller: Ina. Fame is the fragrance of heroic deeds. Longfellow: Tales of a Wayside Inn. And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time;- Longfellow: Psalm of Life. Farewell, Good-by; see Absence, Resignation, and Parting. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! Shakespeare: Henry VIII. Fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort. Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra. Farewell! For in that word,-that fatal word,-howe'er Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been: Farewell! if ever fondest prayer But waft thy name beyond the sky. Byron: Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer. Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: A thousand suns will stream on thee, For ever and for ever. Tennyson: A Farewell. Fate, Destiny; see Fortune and Futurity. What fates impose, that men must needs abide; Shakespeare: 3 Henry VI. All human things are subject to decay, And when fate summons, monarchs must obey. Dryden: MacFlecknoe. Bailey: Festus. While warmer souls command, nay, make their fate, Thy fate made thee, and forc'd thee to be great. Moore. Fate holds the strings, and Men like Children, move But as they're led: Success is from above. Lord Lansdowne: Heroic Love. Heaven from all creatures hides the Book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know; Or who could suffer being here below? Oh! blindness to the future! kindly given, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heav'n, Who sees, with equal eye, as God of all, Pope: Essay on Man. Here's a sigh to those who love me, Byron: To Tom Moore. No one can be more wise than destiny. Tennyson: A Dream of Fair Women. This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate we spin. Alas, by what rude fate Whittier: The Crisis. Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet! E. C. Stedman: Blameless Prince. Even in the most exalted state, The strongest fall. Longfellow: Coplas De Manrique. All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time: Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Longfellow: The Builders. Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; |