Careful Words

air (n.)

air (v.)

air (adv.)

air (adj.)

Turn him to any cause of policy,

The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,

Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks,

The air, a chartered libertine, is still.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.

Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there

In happier beauty; more pellucid streams,

An ampler ether, a diviner air,

And fields invested with purpureal gleams.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Laodamia.

That air and harmony of shape express,

Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.

Matthew Prior (1664-1721): Henry and Emma.

Fills

The air around with beauty.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 49.

Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,

And make the babbling gossip of the air

Cry out.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.

And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,

Be shook to air.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

  A bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.

Old Testament: Ecclesiastes ix. 20.

  The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man hath not where to lay his head.

New Testament: Matthew viii. 20.

Ham.  The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.

Hor.  It is a nipping and an eager air.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,

Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Traveller. Line 185.

  And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Of Gardens.

A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog

Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old,

Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air

Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire.

Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd,

At certain revolutions all the damn'd

Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change

Of fierce extremes,—extremes by change more fierce;

From beds of raging fire to starve in ice

Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine

Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,

Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 592.

  Can build castles in the air.

Robert Burton (1576-1640): Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3.

  There is a time for some things, and a time for all things; a time for great things, and a time for small things.

Miguel De Cervantes (1547-1616): Don Quixote. Part ii. Chap. xxxv.

Castles in the air.

Charm ache with air, and agony with words.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.

Besides, this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

So clear in his great office, that his virtues

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

The deep damnation of his taking-off;

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent, but only

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,

And falls on the other.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

As distant prospects please us, but when near

We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.

Garth: The Dispensatory, canto iii. line 27.

How beautiful is night!

A dewy freshness fills the silent air;

No mist obscures; nor cloud, or speck, nor stain,

Breaks the serene of heaven:

In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine

Rolls through the dark blue depths;

Beneath her steady ray

The desert circle spreads

Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.

How beautiful is night!

Robert Southey (1774-1843): Thalaba. Book i. Stanza 1.

  Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Who lined himself with hope,

Eating the air on promise of supply.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

And 't is my faith, that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Lines written in Early Spring.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air

Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Christopher Marlowe (1565-1593): Faustus.

Soon shall thy arm, unconquer'd steam! afar

Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;

Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear

The flying chariot through the field of air.

Erasmus Darwin (1731-1802): The Botanic Garden. Part i. Canto i. Line 289.

How beautiful is night!

A dewy freshness fills the silent air;

No mist obscures; nor cloud, or speck, nor stain,

Breaks the serene of heaven:

In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine

Rolls through the dark blue depths;

Beneath her steady ray

The desert circle spreads

Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.

How beautiful is night!

Robert Southey (1774-1843): Thalaba. Book i. Stanza 1.

The ornament of beauty is suspect,

A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Sonnet lxx.

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea

Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind,

Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,

And his rapt ship run on her side so low

That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

George Chapman (1557-1634): Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd;

Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd;

The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,

And ease of heart her every look convey'd.

George Crabbe (1754-1832): The Parish Register. Part ii. Marriages.

Iron sleet of arrowy shower

Hurtles in the darken'd air.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Fatal Sisters. Line 3.

  When I was born I drew in the common air, and fell upon the earth, which is of like nature, and the first voice which I uttered was crying, as all others do.

Old Testament: Wisdom of Solomon vii. 3.

I 'll charm the air to give a sound,

While you perform your antic round.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The ornament of beauty is suspect,

A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Sonnet lxx.

So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd

His nostril wide into the murky air,

Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 279.

  In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.

John Milton (1608-1674): Tractate of Education.

The heaven's breath

Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,

Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird

Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:

Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,

The air is delicate.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6.

The air is full of farewells to the dying,

And mournings for the dead.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): Resignation.

Curse on all laws but those which love has made!

Love, free as air at sight of human ties,

Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Eloisa to Abelard. Line 74.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on; and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Loose his beard, and hoary hair

Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Bard. I. 2, Line 5.

Mocking the air with colours idly spread.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King John. Act v. Sc. 1.

  This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Ham.  The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.

Hor.  It is a nipping and an eager air.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

  Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

John Milton (1608-1674): The Reason of Church Government. Introduction, Book ii.

I see them walking in an air of glory

Whose light doth trample on my days,—

My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,

Mere glimmering and decays.

Henry Vaughan (1621-1695): They are all gone.

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air

Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

Unto our gentle senses.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6.

But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;

Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,

My custom always of the afternoon.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

As one who long in populous city pent,

Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 445.

Thoughts shut up want air,

And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 466.

As is the bud bit with an envious worm

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.

Let the air strike our tune,

Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.

Thomas Middleton (1580-1627): The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2.

With grave

Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd

A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven

Deliberation sat, and public care;

And princely counsel in his face yet shone,

Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood,

With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear

The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look

Drew audience and attention still as night

Or summer's noontide air.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 300.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene

The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,

And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 14.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene

The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,

And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 14.

Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs

Receive our air, that moment they are free!

They touch our country, and their shackles fall.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 40.

Thoughts shut up want air,

And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 466.

Soon shall thy arm, unconquer'd steam! afar

Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;

Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear

The flying chariot through the field of air.

Erasmus Darwin (1731-1802): The Botanic Garden. Part i. Canto i. Line 289.

  Take a straw and throw it up into the air,—you may see by that which way the wind is.

John Selden (1584-1654): Table Talk. Libels.

What more felicitie can fall to creature

Than to enjoy delight with libertie,

And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,

To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,

To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209.

Trifles light as air

Are to the jealous confirmations strong

As proofs of holy writ.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 550.

Fills

The air around with beauty.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 49.

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!

Confusion on thy banners wait!

Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing,

They mock the air with idle state.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Bard. I. 1, Line 1.

The air-drawn dagger.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.