An opportunity well taken is the only weapon of advantage.
L'occasion de faire du mal se trouve cent fois par jour, et celle de faire du bien une fois dans l'annee.
The opportunity for doing mischief is found a hundred times a day, and of doing good once in a year.
Turning for them who pass, the common dust
Of servile opportunity to gold.
ORACLE
Ibis redibis non morieris in bello.
Thou shalt go thou shalt return never in battle shalt thou perish.
A Delphic sword.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips let no dog bark!
ORANGE
The happy bells shall ring Marguerite;
The summer birds shall sing Marguerite;
You smile but you shall wear
Orange blossoms in your hair, Marguerite.
Kennst du das Land wo die Citronen blühen,
Im dunkeln Laub die Gold-Orangen glūhn,
Ein sanfter Wind om blauen Himmel webt
Die Myrtle still und hoch der Lorbeer steht?
Kennst du es wohl?
Dahin! Dahin,
Möcht' ich mit dir, O mein Geliebter, ziehn.
Knowest thou the land where the lemon-trees flourish, where amid the shadowed leaves the golden oranges glisten,—a gentle zephyr breathes from the blue heavens, the myrtle is motionless, and the laurel rises high? Dost thou know it well? Thither, thither, fain would I fly with thee, O my beloved!
Yes, sing the song of the orange-tree,
With its leaves of velvet green:
With its luscious fruit of sunset hue,
The fairest that ever were seen;
The grape may have its bacchanal verse,
To praise the fig we are free;
But homage I pay to the queen of all,
The glorious orange-tree.
J. K. Hoyt—The Orange-Tree.
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>If I were yonder orange-tree
And thou the blossom blooming there,
I would not yield a breath of thee
To scent the most imploring air!
Moore—If I Were Yonder Wave, My Dear.
'Twas noon; and every orange bud
Hung languid o'er the crystal flood,
Faint as the lids of maiden eyes
Beneath a lover's burning sighs!
Moore—I Stole Along the Flowery Bank.
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Beneath some orange-trees,
Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze
Were wantoning together free,
Like age at play with infancy.
Moore—Lalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.
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ORATORY
(See also Eloquence)
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| text = <poem>Solon wished everybody to be ready to take
everybody else's part; but surely Chilo was wiser
in holding that public affairs go best when the
laws have much attention and the orators none.
Rev. J. Beacon—Letter to Earl Grey on Reform.
(1831) See Plutarch—Symposium. Septem Sapientintiian Convunum. Ch. XL I.
(Chilo.)
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| text = <poem>Ce que Ton concoit bien s'enonce clairement,
Et les mots pour le dire arrivent aisement.
Whatever we conceive well we express
clearly, and words flow with ease.
Borleau—L'Art Poetique. I. 153.
For rhetoric, he could not ope
His mouth, but out there flew a trope.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I. L. 81.
The Orator persuades and carries all with him,
he knows not how; the Rhetorician can prove
that he ought to have persuaded and carried all
with him.
Carlyle—Essays. Characteristics.
Its Constitution—the glittering and sounding
generalities of natural right which make up the
Declaration of Independence.
Rupus Choate—Letter to the Maine Whig
Committee. (1856)
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
| author = Churchill
| work = The Rosciad.
| place = L. 322.
| topic = Oratory
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>I asked of my dear friend Orator Prig:
"What's the first part of oratory?" He said, "A
great wig."
"And what is the second?" Then, dancing a jig
And bowing profoundly, he said, "A great wig."
"And what is the third?" Then he snored like a pig,
And putting his cheeks out, he replied, "A great wig."
