Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.

James Montgomery (1771-1854): The Ocean. Line 54.

One fair daughter and no more,

The which he loved passing well.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place,

With one fair spirit for my minister,

That I might all forget the human race,

And hating no one, love but only her!

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 177.

What, all my pretty chickens and their dam

At one fell swoop?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

The cattle are grazing,

Their heads never raising;

There are forty feeding like one!

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Cock is crowing.

One God, one law, one element,

And one far-off divine event

To which the whole creation moves.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. Conclusion. Stanza 36.

One kind kiss before we part,

Drop a tear and bid adieu;

Though we sever, my fond heart

Till we meet shall pant for you.

Robert Dodsley (1703-1764): The Parting Kiss.

I walk unseen

On the dry smooth-shaven green,

To behold the wandering moon

Riding near her highest noon,

Like one that had been led astray

Through the heav'n's wide pathless way;

And oft, as if her head she bow'd,

Stooping through a fleecy cloud.

John Milton (1608-1674): Il Penseroso. Line 65.

So much one man can do,

That does both act and know.

Andrew Marvell (1620-1678): Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland.

What's one man's poison, signor,

Is another's meat or drink.

Beaumont And Fletcher: Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The many still must labour for the one.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8.

One more unfortunate

Weary of breath,

Rashly importunate,

Gone to her death.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): The Bridge of Sighs.

If two lives join, there is oft a scar.

They are one and one, with a shadowy third;

One near one is too far.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): By the Fireside. xlvi.

Within one of her.

Colley Cibber (1671-1757): The Rival Fools. Act v.

One science only will one genius fit:

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 60.

I have done the state some service, and they know 't.

No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,

When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak

Of one that loved not wisely but too well;

Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought

Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,

Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away

Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,

Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees

Their medicinal gum.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.

One that would peep and botanize

Upon his mother's grave.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5.

One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;

Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Eloisa to Abelard. Line 273.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;

All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good;

And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,

One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 289.