Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes : Authors, 550 ; Subjects, 435 ; Quotations, 13,600, Band 1873J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1896 - 772 Seiten |
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... reason there can be ; Is it not folly , when the way we ride Is short , for a long journey to provide ? SIR J. DENHAM . Not from grey hairs authority doth flow , Nor from bald heads , nor from a wrinkled brow ; But our past life , when ...
... reason there can be ; Is it not folly , when the way we ride Is short , for a long journey to provide ? SIR J. DENHAM . Not from grey hairs authority doth flow , Nor from bald heads , nor from a wrinkled brow ; But our past life , when ...
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... reason'd down , or lost POFE . ADDISON . Where ambition of place goes before fitness Of birth , contempt and disgrace follow . GEORGE CHAPMAN . Blinded greatness , ever in turmoil , Still seeking happy life , makes life a toil . DANIEL ...
... reason'd down , or lost POFE . ADDISON . Where ambition of place goes before fitness Of birth , contempt and disgrace follow . GEORGE CHAPMAN . Blinded greatness , ever in turmoil , Still seeking happy life , makes life a toil . DANIEL ...
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... reason and conclude by precedent , And own stale nonsense which they ne'er invent . Can syllogism set things right ? No , majors soon with minors fight ; Or , both in friendly consort join'd , The consequence limps false behind . POPE ...
... reason and conclude by precedent , And own stale nonsense which they ne'er invent . Can syllogism set things right ? No , majors soon with minors fight ; Or , both in friendly consort join'd , The consequence limps false behind . POPE ...
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... reason far his transports rove ; And Boileau for eight hundred pieces Makes Louis take the wall of Jove . POPE . PRIOR . The youngster , who at nine and three Drinks with his sisters milk and tea , From breakfast reads , till twelve o ...
... reason far his transports rove ; And Boileau for eight hundred pieces Makes Louis take the wall of Jove . POPE . PRIOR . The youngster , who at nine and three Drinks with his sisters milk and tea , From breakfast reads , till twelve o ...
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... reason men of sense abhor ; But fool ' gainst fool is barb'rous civil war . Why on all authors then should critics fall ? Since some have writ , and shown no wit at all . POPE . I sought no homage from the race that write ; I kept ...
... reason men of sense abhor ; But fool ' gainst fool is barb'rous civil war . Why on all authors then should critics fall ? Since some have writ , and shown no wit at all . POPE . I sought no homage from the race that write ; I kept ...
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ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds BLACKMORE bless bliss breast breath bright BYRON charms Childe Harold clouds coursers COWLEY COWPER dark death delight DENHAM doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flowers fools gentle give glory golden grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras ISAAC WATTS JOANNA BAILLIE king light live look MILTON mind morning muse N. P. WILLIS nature ne'er never Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure POPE pow'r praise pride PRIOR ROSCOMMON round shade SHAKSPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars stream sweet SWIFT tears thee thine things THOMSON thou trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth РОРЕ
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Seite 395 - 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 435 - 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 572 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 382 - 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 429 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Seite 159 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Seite 274 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
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 299 - 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 382 - 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 deed...