Careful Words

creation (n.)

But who can paint

Like Nature? Can imagination boast,

Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Seasons. Spring. Line 465.

This is the very coinage of your brain:

This bodiless creation ecstasy

Is very cunning in.

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

  Nobles by the right of an earlier creation, and priests by the imposition of a mightier hand.

Thomas B Macaulay (1800-1859): On Milton. 1825.

  His [Burke's] imperial fancy has laid all Nature under tribute, and has collected riches from every scene of the creation and every walk of art.

Robert Hall (1764-1831): Apology for the Freedom of the Press.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

To feeling as to sight? or art thou but

A dagger of the mind, a false creation,

Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

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

Dweller in yon dungeon dark,

Hangman of creation, mark!

Who in widow weeds appears,

Laden with unhonoured years,

Noosing with care a bursting purse,

Baited with many a deadly curse?

Robert Burns (1759-1796): Ode on Mrs. Oswald.

  Had I been present at the creation, I would have given some useful hints for the better ordering of the universe.

Alphonso The Wise (1221-1284):

And there began a lang digression

About the lords o' the creation.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): The Twa Dogs.

But who can paint

Like Nature? Can imagination boast,

Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Seasons. Spring. Line 465.

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart

Which found no mortal resting-place so fair

As thine ideal breast.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 115.

Final Ruin fiercely drives

Her ploughshare o'er creation.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 167.

  "Antiquitas saeculi juventus mundi." These times are the ancient times, when the world is ancient, and not those which we account ancient ordine retrogrado, by a computation backward from ourselves.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Advancement of Learning. Book i. (1605.)

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse

Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,—

An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night thoughts. Night i. Line 23.

  Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You could n't pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straightened out for a crow-bar.

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894): The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table. vi.

Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a count ne'er made a man.

Thomas Southerne (1660-1746): Sir Anthony Love. Act ii. Sc. 1.