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And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats, None knew so well as I: For he who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die.

—Wilde, Oscar Fingal O'FlahertieWills

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.

—Blake,William

The Call of the Wild.

—Lombardi,Vince(ntThomas)

Propinquity had brought Imagination to that pitch where it casts out All that is not itself. I had grown wild And wandered murmuring everywhere,'My child, my child.'

—Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)

I'm wild again Beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again, Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.

—Hart, Lorenz

Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad; And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.

—Herrick, Robert

A manner rude and wild Is common at your age.

—Belloc, (Joseph) Hilaire Pierre

I never saw a wild thing Sorry for itself.

—Lawrence, D(avid) H(erbert)

   They flee from me, that sometime did me seek, With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild, and do not remember That sometime they put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change.

—Wyatt, SirThomas (the Elder)

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe

She was not really bad at heart, But only rather rude and wild; She was an aggravating child.

—Belloc, (Joseph) Hilaire Pierre

   Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.

—Arnold, Matthew

A Walk on the Wild Side.

—Algren, Nelson

Something there had been, something delicate, wild and far away. But it was shut out behind the doors of yesterday, lost beyond the hills.

—Hyde, Robin pseudonym of IrisGuiver Wilkinson

This rortie wretched city Sair come down frae its auld hiechts öThe hauf o't smug, complacent, Lost til all pride of race or spirit, The tither wild and rouch as ever In its secret hairt But lost alsweill, the smeddum tane, The man o'independent mind has cap in hand the day öSits on its craggy spine And drees the wind and rain That nourished all its genius öWeary wi centuries This empty capital snorts like a great beast Caged in its sleep, dreaming of freedom.

—Smith, Sydney Goodsir

Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow-creatures is amusing in itself.

—Froude,James Anthony

Search then the Ruling Passion:There, alone, The wild are constant and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here. This clue once found, unravels all the rest.

—Pope, Alexander

And the wild boys innocent as strawberries.

—Thomas, Dylan Marlais

   And graven with diamonds in letters plain There is written, her fair neck round about: Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame. See Bible118:23.

—Wyatt, SirThomas (the Elder)

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe

I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

—Dryden,John

Shall I leave all this constant company, And follow headlong, wild uncertain thee?

—Donne,John

Now the great winds shorewards blow; Now the salt tides seawards flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.

—Arnold, Matthew