"Waken" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... of our airs and songs are Irish, and we every day are as puzzled and ingeniously wrong about them as the man who, when asked for the air, "I am asleep, and don't waken me," called it "Tommy M'Cullagh made ...
— Thomas Davis, Selections from his Prose and Poetry • Thomas Davis
... hate, When, in the solitary waste, strange groups Of young volcanos come up, cyclops-like, Staring together with their eyes on flame— God tastes a pleasure in their uncouth pride. Then all is still; earth is a wintry clod: But spring-wind, like a dancing psaltress, passes Over its breast to waken it, rare verdure Buds tenderly upon rough banks, between The withered tree-roots and the cracks of frost, Like a smile striving with a wrinkled face; The grass grows bright, the boughs are swoln with blooms Like chrysalids impatient for the air, The shining dorrs ...
— An Introduction to the Study of Browning • Arthur Symons
... was asleep in her cradle, and he must not make a noise and waken her. For some time he sat very still. He heard the clock ticking. He heard the birds singing. He began to feel a ...
— Fifty Famous People • James Baldwin
... dead of night, Shall I waken in cold affright,— Waken at sounds I know too well, Growl defiant, and horrid yell, Sounds that bristle the hair, and tell Strife is raging, and blood is shed, Blood and—fur, in the conflict dread. Nevermore, from my bed, shall I ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 4, No. 25, November, 1859 • Various
... breathed, and the withered flower Fell blackened and scathed in its lonely bower; It stooped to the asters all blooming around, And kissed the buds as they slept on the ground. They slept, but no morrow could waken their bloom, And shrouded by moonlight, ...
— Poems • Sam G. Goodrich
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