fame (n.)
- acclaim
- acclamation
- acknowledgment
- applause
- ballyhoo
- blurb
- celebrity
- character
- consequence
- conspicuousness
- cry
- currency
- daylight
- dignity
- distinction
- eclat
- eminence
- esteem
- exposure
- figure
- glare
- glory
- greatness
- heroism
- honor
- hoopla
- illustriousness
- kudos
- limelight
- loftiness
- magnanimity
- majesty
- memorability
- name
- nobility
- notability
- note
- notoriety
- plug
- popularity
- preeminence
- prestige
- prominence
- publicity
- puff
- recognition
- renown
- rep
- report
- reputation
- repute
- salience
- spotlight
- stardom
- sublimity
- superiority
- vogue
fame (v.)
Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Who builds a church to God and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.
May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind!
Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame!
Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
With his back to the field and his feet to the foe,
And leaving in battle no blot on his name,
Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
Go where glory waits thee!
But while fame elates thee,
Oh, still remember me!
Tranquillity! thou better name
Than all the family of Fame.
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
But we left him alone with his glory.
One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown;
O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,—
The labour of an age in piled stones?
Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid
Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing.
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call;
She comes unlooked for if she comes at all.
All is ephemeral,—fame and the famous as well.
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal substance of his greatness,—
To which I leave him.
But whither am I strayed? I need not raise
Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise;
Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built;
Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt
Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign,
Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep,
A shade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?
As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land; but the fame that comes after is oblivion.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.
But sure the eye of time beholds no name
So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;
And they have kept it since by being dead.
Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse,
Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known,
Defacing first, then claiming for his own.
Some might consider him as too fond of fame; for the desire of glory clings even to the best men longer than any other passion.
We can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars; kings can invest knights and barons, as Sigismund the emperor confessed.
The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
What is the end of fame? 'T is but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper.
What rage for fame attends both great and small!
Better be damned than mentioned not at all.
