Oh, were I seated high as my ambition, / I'd 15 place this naked foot on necks of monarchs. Walpole.
Oh, what a fall was there, my countrymen! / Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, / Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. Jul. Cæs., iii. 2.
Oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er, / Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet soundly loves. Othello, iii. 3.
Oh, what is death but parting breath? / On mony a bloody plain / I've dared his face, and in this place / I scorn him yet again. Burns, "Macpherson's Lament."
Oh, whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad. Burns.
Oh, woman, lovely woman! Heaven designed 20 you / To temper man! We had been brutes without you. Burns.
Oh, worse than all! Oh, pang all pangs above, / Is kindness counterfeiting absent love! Coleridge.
Oh, would they stay aback frae courts, / And please themsels wi' country sports, / It wad for every ane be better, / The laird, the tenant, and the cottar. Burns.
Ohe! jam satis est—Stay! that is enough. Hor.
Ohne Begeisterung schlafen die besten Kräfte des Gemüths. Es ist ein Zunder in uns, der Funken will—Without inspiration the best powers of the mind are dormant. There is a tinder in us which needs to be quickened with sparks. Herder.