"Unsown" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... fence, nor moat, nor mound; Nor drum was heard, nor trumpet's angry sound; Nor swords were forged; but, void of care and crime, The soft creation slept away their time. The teeming earth, yet guiltless of the plough, And unprovoked, did fruitful stores allow; The flowers, unsown, in fields and meadows reigned, And western ...
— Mosaics of Grecian History • Marcius Willson and Robert Pierpont Willson
... than e'er was known II 1 On Asian soil, grander than yet hath grown In Pelops' mighty Dorian isle, unsown, Free, self-create, the conquering foeman's fear, The kind oil-olive, silvery-green, Chief nourisher of childish life, is seen To burgeon best in this our mother-land. No warrior, young, nor aged in command, Shall ravage this, or scathe it with the spear; For guardian Zeus' unslumbering ...
— The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles
... and bold!) Touch'd with this love, would be an Age of Gold; Not, as they feign'd, that oaks should honey drop, Or land neglected bear an unsown crop; 200 Love would make all things easy, safe, and cheap; None for himself would either sow or reap; Our ready help, and mutual love, would yield A nobler harvest than the richest field. Famine and death, confined to certain parts, Extended are by barrenness of hearts. Some pine for want where ...
— Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham • Edmund Waller; John Denham
... of thy youth I remember, Thy love as a bride, Thy follow of Me through the desert, The land unsown. Holy to the Lord was Israel, Of His income the firstling, All that would eat it stood ...
— Jeremiah • George Adam Smith
... Minerva, from whose hand the olive sprung; And boy-discoverer of the curved plough; And, bearing a young cypress root-uptorn, Silvanus, and Gods all and Goddesses, Who make the fields your care, both ye who nurse The tender unsown increase, and from heaven Shed on man's sowing the riches of your rain: And thou, even thou, of whom we know not yet What mansion of the skies shall hold thee soon, Whether to watch o'er cities be thy will, Great Caesar, and ...
— The Georgics • Virgil
... melt, and the mountains crumble into dust, but the heart of a dead man is like the seed plot unsown. Green grass shall not sprout there, nor flowers blossom, nor shall all the ages of eternity show ...
— The Malefactor • E. Phillips Oppenheim |
