Oh, Love, how perfect is thy mystic art, / 5 Strengthening the weak, and trampling on the strong! Byron.
Oh, Love! no habitant of earth thou art—/ An unseen seraph, we believe in thee. Byron.
Oh, no! we never mention her; / Her name is never heard; / My lips are now forbid to speak / That once familiar word. T. H. Bayly.
Oh, nostra folle / Mente, ch'ogn aura di fortuna estolle—How our heart swells if only a breath of happiness breathe through it! Tasso.
Oh, that mine adversary had written a book. Job.
Oh, that my lot might lead me in the path of 10 holy purity of thought and deed, the path which august laws ordain—laws which in the highest heaven had their birth; ... The power of God is mighty in them, and doth not wax old. Sophocles.
Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, / Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! / Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd / His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. Ham., i. 2.
Oh! the dulness and the hardness of the heart of man, which contemplates only the present, and does not rather provide for the future. Thomas à Kempis.
Oh, the heart is a free and a fetterless thing— / A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing. J. Pardoe.
Oh, there is something in marriage like the veil of the temple of old, / That screened the Holy of Holies with blue and purple and gold; / Something that makes a chamber where none but the one may come, / A sacredness too, and a silence, where joy that is deepest is dumb. Dr. Walter Smith.