The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

I spent the afternoon musing on Life. If you come to think of it, what a queer thing Life is! So
unlike anything else, don’t you know, if you see what I mean.
‘My Man Jeeves’ (1919) ‘Rallying Round Old George’
Ice formed on the butler’s upper slopes.
‘Pigs Have Wings’ (1952) ch. 5
The Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes
and had forgotten to say ‘When!’.
‘Very Good, Jeeves’ (1930) ‘Jeeves and the Impending Doom’
11.120 Charles Wolfe 1791-1823
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried.
‘The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna’
We buried him darkly at dead of night,
The sods with our bayonets turning.
‘The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna’
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.
‘The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna’
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone—
But we left him alone with his glory.
‘The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna’
11.121 Humbert Wolfe 1886-1940
You cannot hope
to bribe or twist,
thank God! the
British journalist.
But, seeing what
the man will do
unbribed, there’s
no occasion to.
‘Over the Fire’
11.122 James Wolfe 1727-59
The General...repeated nearly the whole of Gray’s Elegy...adding, as he concluded, that he
would prefer being the author of that poem to the glory of beating the French to-morrow.
In J. Playfair ‘Biogr. Acc. of J. Robinson’ in ‘Transactions R. Soc. Edinb.’ (1814) 7, 499
Now God be praised, I will die in peace.
Dying words, in J. Knox ‘Historical Journal of Campaigns, 1757-60’ (1769) (vol. 2, p. 114 1914 ed.)