Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. - Eye Quotes

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Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon's roar —
The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
A man's ignorance is as much his private property, and as precious in his own eyes, as his family Bible.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
The mind of the bigot [is like] the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
You think they are crusaders sent
From some infernal clime,
To pluck the eyes of sentiment
And dock the tail of Rhyme,
To crack the voice of Melody
And break the legs of Time.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
The god looked out upon the troubled deep
Waked into tumult from its placid sleep;
The flame of anger kindles in his eye
As the wild waves ascend the lowering sky;
He lifts his head above their awful height
And to the distant fleet directs his sight.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Dream on! Though Heaven may woo our open eyes,
Through their closed lids we look on fairer skies;
Truth is for other worlds, and hope for this;
The cheating future lends the present's bliss;
Life is a running shade, with fettered hands,
That chases phantoms over shifting sands;
Death a still spectre on a marble seat,
With ever clutching palms and shackled feet;
The airy shapes that mock life's slender chain,
The flying joys he strives to clasp in vain,
Death only grasps; to live is to pursue, —
Dream on! there 's nothing but illusion true!

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
"I suppose you are an entomologist?"
"Not quite so ambitious as that, sir. I should like to put my eyes on the individual entitled to that name. No man can be truly called an entomologist, sir; the subject is too vast for any single human intelligence to grasp".

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
If we are only as the potter's clay
Made to be fashioned as the artist wills,
And broken into shards if we offend
The eye of Him who made us, it is well.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
The mind of a bigot is like the pupil of an eye. The more light you shine on it, the more it will contract.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Thine eye was on the censer,
And not the hand that bore it.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.