strife

Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet How sweet his music! on my life There's more of wisdom in it.

—Wordsworth,William

C'est plein de disputes, un bonheur. Happiness is full of strife.

—Anouilh,Jean

Musicians wrestle everywhereö All dayöamong the crowded air I hear the silver strifeö Andöwakingölong before the mornö Such transport breaks upon the town I think it that 'New Life!'

—Dickinson, Emily Elizabeth

You promise heavens free from strife, Pure truth, and perfect change of will; But sweet, sweet is this human life, So sweet, I fain would breathe it still; Your chilly stars I can forgo, This warm kind world is all I know.

—Cory,William originally  WilliamJohnson

In Place of Strife.

—Baron

In our lore, the Jewish family was an inviolate haven against every formof menace, frompersonal isolationto gentile hostility. Regardless of internal friction and strife, it was assumed to be an indissoluble consolidation† Family indivisibility, the first commandment.

—Roth, Philip Milton

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

—Gray,Thomas

   He that may be but sturt or stryfe,

—Dunbar,William

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art.

—Landor,Walter Savage

Where there is then no good For which to strive, no strife can grow up there From faction; for none sure will claim in hell Prece¤  dence, none, whose portion is so small Of present pain, that with ambitious mind Will covet more.

—Milton,John

Where no wood is, there the fire goeth out: so where there is no talebearer, the strife ceaseth.

—Bible (Old Testament)

Ayoung Apollo, golden-haired, Stands dreaming on the verge of strife, Magnificently unprepared For the long littleness of life.

—Cornford, Frances ne¤  e Darwin

Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball: And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Through the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.

—Marvell, Andrew

'Tis sweet to win, no matter how, one's laurels By blood or ink; 'tis sweet to put an end To strife; 'tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels, Particularly with a tiresome friend; Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world; and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot.

—Rochdale

London, hast thou accused me Of breach of laws, the root of strife? Within whose breast did boil to see, So fervent hot, thy dissolute life, That even the hate of sins that grow Within thy wicked walls so rife, For to break forth did convert so That terror could it not repress.

—Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake: Men, some to quiet, some to public strife; But every lady would be Queen for life.

—Pope, Alexander

   Brissit brawnis and broken banis Stryfe discorde and waistis wanis Crukit in eild, syne halt withal, This are the bewteis of the fute-ball.

—Anonymous

   Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field, Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield!

—Scott, Sir Walter

The strife is o'er, the battle done; Now is theVictor's triumph won;

—Pott, Frances

   He hath awakened from the dream of lifeö 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe