"Plaudit" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... sight! Behold the coxcomb Czar,[316] The Autocrat of waltzes[317] and of war! As eager for a plaudit as a realm, And just as fit for flirting as the helm; A Calmuck beauty with a Cossack wit, And generous spirit, when 'tis not frost-bit; Now half dissolving to a liberal thaw,[em] 440 But hardened back whene'er ...
— The Works of Lord Byron - Poetry, Volume V. • Lord Byron
... the afternoon of the 23d and on the 24th went to Wilhelmshaven to find that news of my effort had become public. My wife, dry-eyed when I went away, met me with tears. Then I learned that my little vessel and her brave crew had won the plaudit of the Kaiser who conferred upon each of my co-workers the Iron Cross of the second class and upon me the Iron Crosses of the first ...
— History of the World War - An Authentic Narrative of the World's Greatest War • Francis A. March and Richard J. Beamish
... many huddled atoms make a play; And if they hit in order, by some chance, They call that nature, which is ignorance. To such a fame let mere town wits aspire, And their gay nonsense their own cits admire. Our poet, could he find forgiveness here, Would wish it rather than a plaudit there. He owns no crown from those Praetorian bands, 40 But knows that right is in the senate's hands; Not impudent enough to hope your praise, Low at the Muses' feet his wreath he lays, And, where he took it up, resigns his bays. Kings make ...
— The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Vol II - With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes • John Dryden
... Leap, playful lions, or with head and main Across their paws lie couchant—it is pain To see thee whose heart beats are God's decrees, And vital breathings are infinities, Now check thy heart and hold thy breath to gain The smile and plaudit of a depths with bane In finger tips, while ...
— Freedom, Truth and Beauty • Edward Doyle
... die, Or yield and live a line of slaves; The deeds of danger and of death are done: Upheld by inward power alone, Unhonoured by the world's loud tongue, 'Tis yours to do unknown, And then to die unsung. To other days, to other men belong The penman's plaudit and the poet's song; Enough for glory has been wrought, By you be humbler praises sought; In peace and truth life's journey run, And keep unsullied what your ...
— An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, • Charles Sprague
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