Careful Words

way (n.)

way (v.)

way (adv.)

way (adj.)

Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,

Adorns and cheers our way;

And still, as darker grows the night,

Emits a brighter ray.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Captivity. Act ii.

I see my way as birds their trackless way.

I shall arrive,—what time, what circuit first,

I ask not; but unless God send his hail

Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,

In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:

He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Paracelsus. Part i.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before,

If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Balaustion's Adventure.

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,

Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Borderers. Act iv. Sc. 2.

The intellectual power, through words and things,

Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Excursion. Book iii.

The eftest way.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,—

A meeting of gentle lights without a name.

Sir John Suckling (1609-1641): Brennoralt. Act iii.

Then with no throbs of fiery pain,

No cold gradations of decay,

Death broke at once the vital chain,

And freed his soul the nearest way.

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784): Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 9.

'T is beauty calls, and glory shows the way.

Nathaniel Lee (1655-1692): Alexander the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2.

'T is beauty calls, and glory shows the way.

Nathaniel Lee (1655-1692): Alexander the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2.

God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea

And rides upon the storm.

William Cowper (1731-1800): Light shining out of Darkness.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,

And guide my lonely way

To where yon taper cheers the vale

With hospitable ray.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 1.

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.

The next way home's the farthest way about.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674): Emblems. Book iv. Emblem 2, Ep. 2.

The longest way round is the shortest way home.—Bohn: Foreign Proverbs (Italian).

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,

The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,

And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 1.

I am going a long way

With these thou seëst—if indeed I go

(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)—

To the island-valley of Avilion,

Where falls not hail or rain or any snow,

Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies

Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns

And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea,

Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Passing of Arthur.

Thou say'st an undisputed thing

In such a solemn way.

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894): To an Insect.

  Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts.

Old Testament: Isaiah lv. 7.

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:

England hath need of thee!

 .   .   .   .   .

Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart:

So didst thou travel on life's common way

In cheerful godliness.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): London, 1802.

  There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.

Old Testament: Proverbs xxvi. 13.

Long is the way

And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 432.

The longest way round is the shortest way home.—Bohn: Foreign Proverbs (Italian).

Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

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

  A man's heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his steps.

Old Testament: Proverbs xvi. 9.

Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Though pleased to see the dolphins play,

I mind my compass and my way.

Matthew Green (1696-1737): The Spleen.

  Strait is the gate and narrow is the way.

New Testament: Matthew vii. 14.

No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon,

No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day,

 .   .   .   .   .

No road, no street, no t' other side the way,

 .   .   .   .   .

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): November.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife

Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;

Along the cool sequester'd vale of life

They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 19.

I saw him now going the way of all flesh.

John Webster (1578-1632): Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.

  I am going the way of all the earth.

Old Testament: Joshua xxiii. 14.

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The man that lays his hand upon a woman,

Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch

Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.

John Tobin (1770-1804): The Honeymoon. Act ii. Sc. 1.

My way of life

Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;

And that which should accompany old age,

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

I must not look to have; but in their stead

Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

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

  The way of transgressors is hard.

Old Testament: Proverbs xiii. 15.

I see them on their winding way,

About their ranks the moonbeams play.

Reginald Heber (1783-1826): Lines written to a March.

It is the glory and good of Art

That Art remains the one way possible

Of speaking truth,—to mouths like mine, at least.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): The Book and the Ring. The Pope. Line 842.

Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,

And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,

Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;

A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

  Stood at the parting of the way.

Old Testament: Ezekiel xxi. 21.

  Let us a little permit Nature to take her own way; she better understands her own affairs than we.

Michael De Montaigne (1533-1592): Book iii. Chap. xiii. Of Experience.

We call it only pretty Fanny's way.

Thomas Parnell (1679-1717): An Elegy to an Old Beauty.

Her feet beneath her petticoat

Like little mice stole in and out,

As if they feared the light;

But oh, she dances such a way!

No sun upon an Easter-day

Is half so fine a sight.

Sir John Suckling (1609-1641): Ballad upon a Wedding.

Small to greater matters must give way.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind

Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;

His soul proud Science never taught to stray

Far as the solar walk or milky way.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 99.

Something given that way.

John Fletcher (1576-1625): The Lover's Progress. Act i. Sc. 1.

Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends,

An incarnation of fat dividends.

Charles Sprague (1791-1875): Curiosity.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;

Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,

And recks not his own rede.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

In sober state,

Through the sequestered vale of rural life,

The venerable patriarch guileless held

The tenor of his way.

Beilby Porteus (1731-1808): Death. Line 108.

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,

And pavement stars,—as stars to thee appear

Seen in the galaxy, that milky way

Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest

Powder'd with stars.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 577.

Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon;

The world was all before them, where to choose

Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.

They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,

Through Eden took their solitary way.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book xii. Line 645.

I 've wandered east, I 've wandered west,

Through many a weary way;

But never, never can forget

The love of life's young day.

William Motherwell (1797-1835): Jeannie Morrison.

  The true way to be deceived is to think oneself more knowing than others.

Isaac De Benserade (1612-1691): Maxim 127.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

A happy soul, that all the way

To heaven hath a summer's day.

Richard Crashaw (Circa 1616-1650): In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health.

Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;

And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.

Thomas Tickell (1686-1740): On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41.

  The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling.

Douglas Jerrold (1803-1857): Douglas Jerrold's Wit.

The "why" is plain as way to parish church.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

  You 're our enemy; lead the way, and we 'll precede.

Richard Brinsley Sheridan (1751-1816): The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 1.

  Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein.

Old Testament: Jeremiah vi. 16.

Where passion leads or prudence points the way.

Robert Lowth (1710-1787): Choice of Hercules, i.

Which way shall I fly

Infinite wrath and infinite despair?

Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;

And in the lowest deep a lower deep,

Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,

To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 73.

Which way shall I fly

Infinite wrath and infinite despair?

Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;

And in the lowest deep a lower deep,

Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,

To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 73.

  Take a straw and throw it up into the air,—you may see by that which way the wind is.

John Selden (1584-1654): Table Talk. Libels.

Thou sure and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear

Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.

  Wide is the gate and broad is the way that leadeth to destruction.

New Testament: Matthew vii. 13.

In idle wishes fools supinely stay;

Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.

George Crabbe (1754-1832): The Birth of Flattery.

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,

Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,

And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.

A daring pilot in extremity;

Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high

He sought the storms.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 156.