"Tameless" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Arthur Kane, the young schoolmaster at Burnt Brook Cross-Roads, began dimly to surmise, the solution was quite simple. A lucky gold-miner, returning from the Klondike, had brought with him not only gold and an appetite, but also a lank, implacable, tameless whelp from the packs that haunt the sweeps of northern timber. The whelp had gnawed his way to freedom. He had found, fought, thrashed, and finally adopted, a little pack of his small, Eastern kin. He had thriven, and grown to the strength and stature that were his rightful heritage. ...
— Kings in Exile • Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
... venture—all belong to thee. But thou, thyself not knowing, leavest all For a poor price to strangers; since thy head Is weak, albeit thy limbs are stout and good. Genoa, mistress of the world, recall Thy soul magnanimous! Nay, be not led Slave to base gold, thou and thy tameless brood! ...
— Sonnets • Michael Angelo Buonarroti & Tommaso Campanella
... than those who o'er the windy main Borne homeward tempt the Pontic, and the jaws Of oyster-rife Abydos. When the Scales Now poising fair the hours of sleep and day Give half the world to sunshine, half to shade, Then urge your bulls, my masters; sow the plain Even to the verge of tameless winter's showers With barley: then, too, time it is to hide Your flax in earth, and poppy, Ceres' joy, Aye, more than time to bend above the plough, While earth, yet dry, forbids not, and the clouds Are ...
— The Georgics • Virgil
... pacing the little workroom with her white wrists locked behind her, she met that argument with all the concentrated passion which her youth had for years been storing up against it. Catherine sat presently overwhelmed, bewildered. This language of a proud and tameless individuality, this modern gospel of the divine right of self-development—her soul loathed it! And yet, since that night in Marrisdale, there had been a new ...
— Robert Elsmere • Mrs. Humphry Ward
... the youth in his tameless glee, And the hoary locks of age, Together bend the pious knee, To read the sacred page; I've seen the maid with her sunny brow To the silent dust go down, The soil-bound slave forget his woe, The ...
— Enthusiasm and Other Poems • Susanna Moodie
... power of youth Had passed away and left him nameless, Serene as light, and strong as truth, He lived his life, untired and tameless. ...
— The Poems of Henry Kendall • Henry Kendall
... Moore's diary that bring Emily Bronte straight before us in her swift and vivid life. Shirley is "Sister of the spotted, bright, quick-fiery leopard." "Pantheress!—beautiful forest-born!—wily, tameless, peerless nature! She gnaws her chain. I see the white teeth working at the steel! She has dreams of her wild woods, and pinings after virgin freedom." "How evanescent, fugitive, fitful she looked—slim and swift as a Northern streamer!" ...
— The Three Brontes • May Sinclair
... on our flag, boys? The waves of the boundless sea, Where our vessels ride in their tameless pride, And the feet of the winds are free; From the sun and smiles of the coral isles To the ice of the South and North, With dauntless tread through tempests dread The guardian ...
— Ontario Teachers' Manuals: History • Ontario Ministry of Education
... walk firmly enough to mount the few rough steps which led to the opening in the rocks and, obeying the tameless yearning of her heart, she rose from the arm-chair and walked as rapidly as her feeble strength permitted toward ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... yet a man who raves, however mad, Who bares his heart and tells of his own fall, Reserves some inmost secret good or bad: 10 The phantoms have no reticence at all: The nudity of flesh will blush though tameless The extreme nudity of bone grins shameless, The unsexed ...
— The City of Dreadful Night • James Thomson
... know the days Fast flying, and to live accounted dead. One joy his gaolers left him,—his good hawk; The brave, gay bird that crossed the seas with him: And often, in the mindful hour of eve, With tameless eye and spirit masterful, In a feigned anger checking at his hand, The good gray ...
— Indian Poetry • Edwin Arnold |
