A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent and Appropriate Passages in the Old British PoetsSarah Josepha Buell Hale Lippincott, Grambo, 1855 - 576 էջ |
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... thine ear but few thy voice : Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judg . Shaks . Hamlet . ment . Neither a borrower nor a lender be : For loan oft loses both itself and friend ; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry . Shaks ...
... thine ear but few thy voice : Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judg . Shaks . Hamlet . ment . Neither a borrower nor a lender be : For loan oft loses both itself and friend ; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry . Shaks ...
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... thy awful glory fills my soul ! Nor can the means that got thee dim thy lustre ; For , not men's love , fear pays ... thine . And art thou greater than before ? Then thou before wast something less than man . Has thy new post betray'd ...
... thy awful glory fills my soul ! Nor can the means that got thee dim thy lustre ; For , not men's love , fear pays ... thine . And art thou greater than before ? Then thou before wast something less than man . Has thy new post betray'd ...
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... Thine shall be loudest far : Let others boast their satellites- Thou hast the morning star . Thou hast a name whose ... thine , through good or ill , To stretch thy sinewy boughs : Go , -wondrous child ! The glories of thy destiny fulfil ...
... Thine shall be loudest far : Let others boast their satellites- Thou hast the morning star . Thou hast a name whose ... thine , through good or ill , To stretch thy sinewy boughs : Go , -wondrous child ! The glories of thy destiny fulfil ...
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... thine , - I am not of thine order Byron's Manfred . The wildest ills that darken life , Are rapture to the bosom's strife ; The tempest , in its blackest forn . Is beauty to the bosom's storm ; I in these flowery meads would be ; These ...
... thine , - I am not of thine order Byron's Manfred . The wildest ills that darken life , Are rapture to the bosom's strife ; The tempest , in its blackest forn . Is beauty to the bosom's storm ; I in these flowery meads would be ; These ...
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... Thy brow may still be fair : But if thy lovely cheek forget The rose of purer years— Say , does not memory sometimes wet That changeless cheek with tears ? Give me the eloquent cheek , Where blushes burn and die ; Like thine its changes ...
... Thy brow may still be fair : But if thy lovely cheek forget The rose of purer years— Say , does not memory sometimes wet That changeless cheek with tears ? Give me the eloquent cheek , Where blushes burn and die ; Like thine its changes ...
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A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent ... Sarah Josepha Buell Hale Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1852 |
A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent ... Sarah Josepha Buell Hale Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1875 |
A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent ... Sarah Josepha Buell Hale Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1865 |
Common terms and phrases
Bailey's Festus beauty blood breast breath bright Butler's Hudibras Byron's Childe Harold charm clouds Coriolanus Cowper's Task dark death Doge of Venice doth dream Dryden's earth Eliza Cook ev'ry eyes fair fame fear feel flowers fools gentle Gentlemen of Verona Giaour glory grave grief Hamlet hand happy hath heart heaven Henry Henry IV Henry VI honour hope hour Joanna Baillie's Julius Cæsar King light live look lord lov'd Macbeth Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream Milton's Paradise Lost mind Miss Landon nature ne'er never O. W. Holmes o'er Othello pain passion peace pleasure Poems Pope's pride Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet Rowe's Scott's Shaks sigh sleep smile soft sorrow soul Spenser's Fairy Queen spirit sweet tears thee thine things Thomson's Seasons thou art tongue truth Venice virtue wind wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
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Էջ 181 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Էջ 204 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Էջ 541 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Էջ 204 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Էջ 465 - O may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile; Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.
Էջ 196 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Էջ 371 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Էջ 487 - 11 present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine. DUKE. Say it, Othello. OTHELLO. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes That I have pass'd. I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Էջ 463 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Էջ 252 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.