|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|All our geese are swans.|
BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt. I. Sec. II. Memb. 3. Subsect. 14.
|Place me on Suniums marbled steep,|
Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.
ByronDon Juan. Canto III. St. 86. 16.
|The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.|
ChaucerParlement of Fowles. L. 342.
| Cignoni non sine causa Apoloni dicati sint, quod ab eo divinationem habere videantur, qua providentes quid in morte boni sit, cum cantu et voluptate moriantur.|
The swan is not without cause dedicated to Apollo because, foreseeing his happiness in death, he dies with singing and pleasure.
CiceroTusculanarum Disputationum. I. 30.
|Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,|
Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
Live so, my Love, that when death shall come,
Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.
G. W. Doane.
|The immortal swan that did her life deplore.|
Giles FletcherTemptation and Victory of Christ.
|The dying swan, when years her temples pierce,|
In music-strains breathes out her life and verse,
And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her watry hearse.
Phineas FletcherPurple Island. Canto I.
|The swan in the pool is singing,|
And up and down doth he steer,
And, singing gently ever,
Dips under the water clear.
HeineBook of Songs. Lyrical Interlude. No. 64.
|And over the pond are sailing|
Two swans all white as snow;
Sweet voices mysteriously wailing
Pierce through me as onward they go.
They sail along, and a ringing
Sweet melody rises on high;
And when the swans begin singing,
They presently must die.
HeineEarly Poems. Evening Songs. No. 2.
|The swan, like the soul of the poet,|
By the dull world is ill understood.
HeineEarly Poems. Evening Songs. No. 3.
|Theres a double beauty whenever a swan|
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
| The swan murmurs sweet strains with a faltering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.|
MartialEpigrams. Bk. XIII. Ep. LXXVII.
| The swan, with arched neck|
Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows
Her state with oary feet.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 438.
|Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the|
Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Mæander.
OvidEp. VII. Rileys trans.
| The swans down-feather,|
That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
And neither way inclines.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 48.
| As I have seen a swan|
With bootless labour swim against the tide
And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 19.
|I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,|
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death;
And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
King John. Act V. Sc. 7. L. 21.
|(Let music sound while he doth make his choice)|
Then if he lose he makes a swan-like end.
Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2.
| I will play the swan|
And die in music.
Othello. Act V. Sc. 2.
|For all the water in the ocean,|
Can never turn the swans black legs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 101.
| You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve.|
Socrates. See PlatoPhaedo. 77.
|The wild swans death-hymn took the soul|
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
The warble was low, and full and clear.
TennysonThe Dying Swan.
| Some full-breasted swan|
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
With swarthy webs.
TennysonPassing of Arthur.
| The stately-sailing swan|
Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale;
And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet
Bears forward fierce, and guards his osier isle,
Protective of his young.
ThomsonThe Seasons. Spring. L. 775.
|The swan on still St. Marys lake|
Float double, swan and shadow!