A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets: Based Upon Bohn's Edition Revised, Corrected, and Enlarged : Twelve Hundred Quotations Added from American AuthorsThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1911 - 761 Seiten |
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... Rookh . V. P. of Khorassan . Against diseases here the strongest fence Is the defensive virtue abstinence . 16 Herrick : Aph . Abstinence ABUNDANCE . Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks 2 ABSENCE - ABSTINENCE .
... Rookh . V. P. of Khorassan . Against diseases here the strongest fence Is the defensive virtue abstinence . 16 Herrick : Aph . Abstinence ABUNDANCE . Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks 2 ABSENCE - ABSTINENCE .
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... virtue bold , Live o'er each scene , and be what they behold ; For this the tragic muse first trod the stage , Commanding tears to stream through every age . 40 ADAPTABILITY . Pope : Prol . to Addison's Cato . All things are ready , if ...
... virtue bold , Live o'er each scene , and be what they behold ; For this the tragic muse first trod the stage , Commanding tears to stream through every age . 40 ADAPTABILITY . Pope : Prol . to Addison's Cato . All things are ready , if ...
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... virtue's cause , That sole proprietor of just applause ? 238 Young : Epis . to Pope . Bk . ii . Line 15 Some write , confin'd by physic ; some , by debt ; Some , for ' tis Sunday ; some , because ' tis wet ; Another writes because his ...
... virtue's cause , That sole proprietor of just applause ? 238 Young : Epis . to Pope . Bk . ii . Line 15 Some write , confin'd by physic ; some , by debt ; Some , for ' tis Sunday ; some , because ' tis wet ; Another writes because his ...
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... virtue bows the soul With a commanding but a sweet control , Making the heart ' all holiness and love , And lifting it to worlds that shine above . 362 Bohn : Ms Bohn : Ms There is beauty in the rolling clouds , and placid shingle beach ...
... virtue bows the soul With a commanding but a sweet control , Making the heart ' all holiness and love , And lifting it to worlds that shine above . 362 Bohn : Ms Bohn : Ms There is beauty in the rolling clouds , and placid shingle beach ...
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... virtue then shall be , there is no vice but beggary . 368 Shaks .: King Joke . Beggars , mounted , run their horse to death . 369 Shaks .: 3 Henry V. His house was known to all the vagrant train , He chid their wanderings but reliev'd ...
... virtue then shall be , there is no vice but beggary . 368 Shaks .: King Joke . Beggars , mounted , run their horse to death . 369 Shaks .: 3 Henry V. His house was known to all the vagrant train , He chid their wanderings but reliev'd ...
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beauty breath Butler Byron Cæsar Canto Churchill clouds Cowper dark death Don Juan doth Dream Dryden earth Epis eyes Fables fair fear Festus flowers fool George Eliot give glory gold Goldsmith grace grave grief Hamlet Harold hath heart heaven Henry Vaughan Henry VI Henry VIII honor hope hour Hudibras Jean Ingelow Joanna Baillie King Lear kiss light Line live Longfellow Lost Love of Fame Love's Macbeth Milton mind Moral Essays nature ne'er never Night Thoughts o'er Othello peace Pope Proverbial Phil R. H. Stoddard Richard Richard III Robert Browning Satire Seasons Shaks shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit stars sweet T. B. Aldrich tears Tennyson thee thine things Thomson thou art tongue truth Venice virtue Whittier William Cullen Bryant wind wise words Young
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Seite 180 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Seite 6 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 339 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Seite 157 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 525 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Seite 110 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Seite 7 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Seite 440 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Seite 619 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Seite 252 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.