Like a fair house, built on another man's ground.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Ay, call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trod:

They have left unstained what there they found,—

Freedom to worship God.

John Keble (1792-1866): Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.

Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round,

And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 311.

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap

To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,

Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,

And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

The bank he press'd, and gently kiss'd the ground.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book v. Line 596.

Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 88.

That darksome cave they enter, where they find

That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,

Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.

I live an idle burden to the ground.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 134.

The tree of deepest root is found

Least willing still to quit the ground:

'T was therefore said by ancient sages,

That love of life increased with years

So much, that in our latter stages,

When pain grows sharp and sickness rages,

The greatest love of life appears.

Mrs Thrale (1739-1821): Three Warnings.

And nothing can we call our own but death

And that small model of the barren earth

Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground

And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I would not have a slave to till my ground,

To carry me, to fan me while I sleep

And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth

That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 29.

That darksome cave they enter, where they find

That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,

Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.

While betweene two stooles my taile goe to the ground.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii.

Ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary.

Thomas Middleton (1580-1627): The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3.

To the solid ground

Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth.

Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes

That on the green turf suck the honied showers,

And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.

Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,

The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine,

The white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet,

The glowing violet,

The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine,

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,

And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

John Milton (1608-1674): Lycidas. Line 139.

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,

Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,

Poetic fields encompass me around,

And still I seem to tread on classic ground.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): A Letter from Italy.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare

The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower

Went to the ground.

John Milton (1608-1674): When the Assault was intended to the City.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,—

Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;

Another race the following spring supplies:

They fall successive, and successive rise.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 181.