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   Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedesbeforeus.It eludedusthen, but that's no matteröto-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further† And one fine morning† So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

—Fitzgerald, F(rancis) Scott Key

Beneath the strain of expectation even the little iced sugar cakes upon the tea-table looked green with worry.

—Firbank, (ArthurAnnesley) Ronald

  Fair and fair, and twice so fair, As fair as any may be; The fairest shepherd on our green, A love for any lady.

—Peele, George

'A chilli,'said Rebecca, gasping,'Oh, yes!' She thought a chilli wassomething cool, asitsname imported, and was served with some.'How fresh and green they look,'she said, and put one into her mouth. It was hotter than the curry; flesh and blood could bear it no longer. She laid down her fork.'Water, for Heaven's sake, water!'she cried.

—Thackeray,William Makepeace

She wore a frock of frolic green.

—Drayton, Michael

And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cowbind and the moonlight-coloured may.

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe

But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the Moon.

—Milton,John

We will watch the sun set againömany times, and perhaps we'll see the Emerald Drop, the green flash that brings good fortune.

—Rhys,Jean pseudonym of  Ellen Gwendolen Rees Williams

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento.Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montan‹  a. Green how I love you green. Green wind.Green boughs. The ship on the sea and the horse on the mountain.

—Lorca, Federico Garc|¤  a

The dusty catastrophe of Asia.Green only on the banner of the Prophet. Nothing grows here except mustaches.

—Brodsky, Ioseph

Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.

—Marvell, Andrew

A scoop of pure honey set in a green bowl.

—Smith, Godfrey

The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green: he leadeth me the quiet waters by. My soul he doth restore again: and me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, ev'n for his own name's sake. Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear no ill: For thou art with me; and thy rod and staff me comfort still.

—Scottish Metrical Psalms

Far from the sun and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid.

—Gray,Thomas

Jolly June, arrayed All in green leaves, as he a Player were.

—Spenser, Edmund

Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray And laid him on the green.

—Ballads

Lytle hwile leof beoth grene thonne hie eft fealewiath, feallath on eorthan and forweorniath weorthiath to duste. For a little while the leaves are green. Then they turn yellow, fall to the ground, and perish, turning to dust.

—Anonymous

   The rose is red, the leaves are green, God save Elizabeth, our noble queen.

—Anonymous

   Make it a green peace.

—Darnell, Bill

Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale.

—Milton,John

Don't be surprised, If I demur, for, be advised, My passport's green. No glass of ours was ever raised To toastThe Queen.

—Heaney, SeamusJustin

An optimist is a person who sees a green light everywhere, while the pessimist sees only the red stop- light. The truly wise person is colour-blind.

—Schweitzer, Albert

And missing thee, 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 heaven's wide pathless way; And oft as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.

—Milton,John

It was a summer evening, Old Kasper's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.

—Southey, Robert

What use the green river, the gold place, if time and death pinned human in the pocket of my land not rest from taking underground the green all-willowed and white rose and bean flower and morning-mist picnic of song in pepper-pot breast of thrush?

—Frame,Janet Paterson also known as Jean PatersonFrame

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A chapel was built in the midst Where I used to play on the green.

—Blake,William

I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe