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And oft whole sheets descend of sluicy rain , Suck'd by the spungy clouds from off the main : The lofty skies at once come pouring down , The promised crop and golden labours drown . DRYDEN . She took the coleworts which her husband got ...
And oft whole sheets descend of sluicy rain , Suck'd by the spungy clouds from off the main : The lofty skies at once come pouring down , The promised crop and golden labours drown . DRYDEN . She took the coleworts which her husband got ...
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MILTO What sullen fury clouds his scornful brow Po Harsh words , that once elanced , must eve Irrevocable . PRI When anger rushes , unrestrain'd , to action Like a hot steed , it stumbles in its way : The man of thought strikes deepest ...
MILTO What sullen fury clouds his scornful brow Po Harsh words , that once elanced , must eve Irrevocable . PRI When anger rushes , unrestrain'd , to action Like a hot steed , it stumbles in its way : The man of thought strikes deepest ...
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The unhappy man who once has trail'd a pen Lives not to please himself , but other men ; Is always drudging with his life and blood , Yet only eats and drinks what you think good . DRYDEN : Prol . to Lee's Cæsar Borgia .
The unhappy man who once has trail'd a pen Lives not to please himself , but other men ; Is always drudging with his life and blood , Yet only eats and drinks what you think good . DRYDEN : Prol . to Lee's Cæsar Borgia .
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... when they promise to give scribbling o'er . POPE . Authors alone , with more than savage rage , Unnat'ral war with brother authors wage . POPE . No rag , no scrap , of all the beau or wit , That once so flutter'd , and that once so ...
... when they promise to give scribbling o'er . POPE . Authors alone , with more than savage rage , Unnat'ral war with brother authors wage . POPE . No rag , no scrap , of all the beau or wit , That once so flutter'd , and that once so ...
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You At that tribunal stands the writing tribe , Which nothing can intimidate or bribe : Time is the judge . You Authors now find , as once Achilles found The whole is mortal if a part's unsound .
You At that tribunal stands the writing tribe , Which nothing can intimidate or bribe : Time is the judge . You Authors now find , as once Achilles found The whole is mortal if a part's unsound .
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ADDISON bear beauty breath bright bring BYRON charms clouds dark death deep doth dreams DRYDEN earth ev'ry eyes face fair fall fame fate fear feel fields fire flowers fools give glory grace grief grow hand happy hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour human kind king leaves light live look MILTON mind morning nature never night o'er once pain passion past peace pleasure poor POPE praise PRIOR reason rest rich rise round sense shade SHAKSPEARE shine sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound SPENSER spirit spring stand stars stream sweet SWIFT tears tell thee things THOMSON thou thought trees true truth virtue voice WALLER wind wise YOUNG youth
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Seite 393 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
Seite 433 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Seite 380 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Seite 97 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 720 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Seite 29 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Seite 297 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Seite 380 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Seite 105 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Seite 546 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
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| Titel | Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ... Online access with subscription: JISC Historical Texts |
| Autor/in | Samuel Austin Allibone |
| Verlag | J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 2. Febr. 2006 |
| Länge | 772 Seiten |
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