A Dictionary of Quotations from the English PoetsG. Bell [& sons], 1895 - 715 Seiten |
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... feel , And makes the world the wilderness it is . Think'st thou that I could bear to part From thee , and learn to halve my heart ? Years have not seen , time shall not see The hour that tears my soul from thee . Wives in their ...
... feel , And makes the world the wilderness it is . Think'st thou that I could bear to part From thee , and learn to halve my heart ? Years have not seen , time shall not see The hour that tears my soul from thee . Wives in their ...
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... feel the pain Of fancied scorn , and undeserv'd disdain , And bear the marks upon a blushing face , Of needless shame , and self - impos'd disgrace . Cowper , Conr . So bright the tear in beauty's eye , Love half regrets to kiss it dry ...
... feel the pain Of fancied scorn , and undeserv'd disdain , And bear the marks upon a blushing face , Of needless shame , and self - impos'd disgrace . Cowper , Conr . So bright the tear in beauty's eye , Love half regrets to kiss it dry ...
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... feel the heart can never all grow old ? Byron , C.H. 111. 11 . We gaze , and turn away , and know not why , Dazzled and drunk with beauty , till the heart Reels with its fulness Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one ...
... feel the heart can never all grow old ? Byron , C.H. 111. 11 . We gaze , and turn away , and know not why , Dazzled and drunk with beauty , till the heart Reels with its fulness Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one ...
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... feel . What numbers , once in fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity : To shock us more , solicit it in vain ! There are , while human miseries abound , Aaron Hill . Young , N. T. A thousand ways to waste ...
... feel . What numbers , once in fortune's lap high - fed , Solicit the cold hand of charity : To shock us more , solicit it in vain ! There are , while human miseries abound , Aaron Hill . Young , N. T. A thousand ways to waste ...
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... feel what wretches feel ; That thou may'st shake the superflux to them , And show the heavens more just . Sh . Lear , 111. 4 . COMPASSION - CONCORD . COMPASSION - continued . Pity !
... feel what wretches feel ; That thou may'st shake the superflux to them , And show the heavens more just . Sh . Lear , 111. 4 . COMPASSION - CONCORD . COMPASSION - continued . Pity !
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Seite 337 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Seite 441 - 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 456 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Seite 361 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast...
Seite 421 - 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...
Seite 526 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die...
Seite 188 - 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 honours 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 421 - 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 424 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Seite 673 - 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...