| Author |
Quotes |
| Heinrich Heine | The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear. |
| Heinrich Heine | 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. |
| Heinrich Heine | The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood. |
| James Thomson | 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. |
| Phineas Fletcher | 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 wat'ry hearse. |
| Marcus Tullius Cicero | The swan is not without cause dedicated to Apollo, because foreseeing his happiness in death, he dies with singing and pleasure. |
| Marcus Tullius Cicero | 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. |
| John Milton | The swan, with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet. |
| John Milton | Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Maeander. |
| Lord Alfred Tennyson | The wild swan's 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. |
| Lord Alfred Tennyson | Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialhtm | The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge. |
| Robert Burton | All our geese are swans. |
| Thomas Hood | There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon. |
| William Wordsworth | The swan on still St. Mary's lake Float double, swan and shadow! |
| William Shakespeare | Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can Her heart inform her tongue--the swan's down-feather That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. |
| William Shakespeare | We bodged again, as I have been a swan With bootless labor swim against the tide And spend her strength with overmatching waves. |
| William Shakespeare | I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of fraity sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. |
| William Shakespeare | Let music sound while he doth make his choice, Then if he lose he makes a swanlike end, Fading in music. |
| William Shakespeare | I will play the swan, And die in music. |
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