"Soar" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... that no gypsy who ever lived could sympathise with it, or even understand its motive in the least degree. Borrow's friend had challenged this, contending that howsoever Arnold's classic language might soar above a gypsy's intelligence, the motive was so clearly developed that the most illiterate person could grasp it. This was why in company with Borrow he was now going (with a copy of Arnold's poems in his pocket) to try "The Scholar ...
— The Romany Rye - A Sequel to 'Lavengro' • George Borrow
... sunset are thrown from mountain to mountain, the clouds have a beautiful effect, flitting high over them, bright with heavenly gold. It seems as if the soul might rise up from the gloom, and alight upon them and soar away. Walking along one of the valleys the other evening, while a pretty fresh breeze blew across it, the clouds that were skimming over my head seemed to conform ...
— Passages From The American Notebooks, Volume 1 • Nathaniel Hawthorne
... dwells all worth of which the name of a man is capable, valour beyond compare, the terrour of his name has stretcht it self where ever there is sun; and yet for you I fought with him single, and won him too; I made his valour stoop, and brought that name soar'd to so unbeliev'd a height, to fall beneath mine: this inspir'd with all your loves, I did perform, and will for your content, be ever ready for a ...
— A King, and No King • Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
... warrior high o'er his fellows soar'd. Now laid he down his quiver, and quick ungirt his sword. Against the spreading linden he lean'd his mighty spear. So by the brook stood waiting the chief without ...
— Song and Legend From the Middle Ages • William D. McClintock and Porter Lander McClintock
... ambling palfrey, when at need Him listed ease his battle-steed. The last and trustiest of the four, On high his forky pennon bore; Like swallow's tail, in shape and hue, Fluttered the streamer glossy blue, Where, blazoned sable, as before, The towering falcon seemed to soar. Last, twenty yeomen, two and two, In hosen black, and jerkins blue, With falcons broidered on each breast, Attended on their lord's behest: Each, chosen for an archer good, Knew hunting-craft by lake or wood; Each ...
— Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field • Walter Scott
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