Careful Words

form (n.)

form (v.)

form (adj.)

Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.

Samuel Daniel (1562-1619): Musophilus. Stanza 57.

What outward form and feature are

He guesseth but in part;

But what within is good and fair

He seeth with the heart.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation.

  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.

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,

Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,—

Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,

Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 189.

Look here, upon this picture, and on this,

The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.

See, what a grace was seated on this brow:

Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;

An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;

A station like the herald Mercury

New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,—

A combination and a form indeed,

Where every god did seem to set his seal,

To give the world assurance of a man.

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

No more was seen the human form divine.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 278.

For of the soule the bodie forme doth take;

For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 132.

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace

A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace

Of finer form or lovelier face.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 18.

The expectancy and rose of the fair state,

The glass of fashion and the mould of form,

The observed of all observers!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

His form had yet not lost

All her original brightness, nor appear'd

Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess

Of glory obscur'd.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 591.

She was a form of life and light

That seen, became a part of sight,

And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,

The morning-star of memory!

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;

A spark of that immortal fire

With angels shared, by Alla given,

To lift from earth our low desire.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Giaour. Line 1127.

His form was of the manliest beauty,

His heart was kind and soft;

Faithful below he did his duty,

But now he's gone aloft.

Charles Dibdin (1745-1814): Tom Bowling.

Then marble soften'd into life grew warm,

And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 147.

For of the soule the bodie forme doth take;

For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 132.

  What if he has borrowed the matter and spoiled the form, as it oft falls out?

Michael De Montaigne (1533-1592): Book iii. Chap. viii. Of the Art of Conversation.

The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,

The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Traveller. Line 137.