Careful Words

march (n.)

march (v.)

More black than ash-buds in the front of March.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Gardener's Daughter.

Beware the ides of March.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Whanne that April with his shoures sote

The droughte of March hath perced to the rote.

Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400): Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 1.

Mad as a march hare.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v.

Caes.  The ides of March are come.

Sooth.  Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

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

  Caesar said to the soothsayer, "The ides of March are come;" who answered him calmly, "Yes, they are come, but they are not past."

Plutarch (46(?)-120(?) a d): Life of Caesar.

Britannia needs no bulwarks,

No towers along the steep;

Her march is o'er the mountain waves,

Her home is on the deep.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Ye Mariners of England.

In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): The Soldier's Dream.

Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join

The varying verse, the full resounding line,

The long majestic march, and energy divine.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 267.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent

A day's march nearer home.

James Montgomery (1771-1854): At Home in Heaven.

The march of intellect.

Robert Southey (1774-1843): Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society. Vol. ii. p. 360. The Doctor, Chap. Extraordinary.

  The march of the human mind is slow.

Edmund Burke (1729-1797): Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 149.

To arms! to arms! ye brave!

The avenging sword unsheathe!

March on! march on! all hearts resolved

On victory or death!

Joseph Rouget De L'Isle (1760-1836): The Marseilles Hymn.

The stormy March has come at last,

With winds and clouds and changing skies;

I hear the rushing of the blast

That through the snowy valley flies.

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878): March.

  A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves.

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

March to the battle-field,

The foe is now before us;

Each heart is Freedom's shield,

And heaven is shining o'er us.

B. E. O'Meara (1778-1836): March to the Battle-Field.

  Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2.

O Proserpina,

For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall

From Dis's waggon! daffodils,

That come before the swallow dares, and take

The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,

But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes

Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,

That die unmarried, ere they can behold

Bright Phoebus in his strength,—a malady

Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and

The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,

The flower-de-luce being one.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.