Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and Phrases In Common Use: Chiefly from English AuthorsJohn Bartlett Little, Brown and Company, 1865 - 480 Seiten |
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... hear , let him hear . My name is Legion . Mark iv . 9 . Mark v . 9 . Where their worm dieth not , and the fire is not quenched . Mark ix . 44 . And now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees . Luke iii . 9 . Physician , heal ...
... hear , let him hear . My name is Legion . Mark iv . 9 . Mark v . 9 . Where their worm dieth not , and the fire is not quenched . Mark ix . 44 . And now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees . Luke iii . 9 . Physician , heal ...
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... hear by tale or history , Act i . Sc . 1 . The course of true love never did run smooth . Act i . Sc . 1 . Love looks not with the eyes , but with the mind , And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind . Masters , spread yourselves ...
... hear by tale or history , Act i . Sc . 1 . The course of true love never did run smooth . Act i . Sc . 1 . Love looks not with the eyes , but with the mind , And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind . Masters , spread yourselves ...
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... hears it , never in the tongue Of him that makes it . Act v . Sc . 2 When daisies pied , and violets blue , And lady - smocks all silver white , And cuckoo buds of yellow hue , Do paint the meadows with delight . Act v . Sc . 2 ...
... hears it , never in the tongue Of him that makes it . Act v . Sc . 2 When daisies pied , and violets blue , And lady - smocks all silver white , And cuckoo buds of yellow hue , Do paint the meadows with delight . Act v . Sc . 2 ...
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... hear it . Act v . Sc . 1 . I am never merry when I hear sweet music . Act v . Sc . 1 . The man that hath no music in himself , Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds , Is fit for treasons , stratagems , and spoils ; The motions ...
... hear it . Act v . Sc . 1 . I am never merry when I hear sweet music . Act v . Sc . 1 . The man that hath no music in himself , Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds , Is fit for treasons , stratagems , and spoils ; The motions ...
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... hear it ? No. Is it insensible But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : therefore I'll none of it : Honor is a mere scutcheon , and so ends my catechism . Act v . Sc . 1 . Act v . Sc . 4 Two stars ...
... hear it ? No. Is it insensible But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : therefore I'll none of it : Honor is a mere scutcheon , and so ends my catechism . Act v . Sc . 1 . Act v . Sc . 4 Two stars ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anatomy of Melancholy angels bearbaiting beauty BEILBY PORTEUS BEN JONSON better blessed Book breath Cæsar Canto Canto iii dead dear death devil divine doth dream DRYDEN Dunciad earth Eccles Epistle Epistle ii Epitaph eyes fair Farewell fear fools give glory grave hand happy hath heart heaven Honest Man's Fortune honor hope Hudibras Ibid JOHN Julius Cæsar king Lady light Line Line 60 live look Lord man's Matt mind moon morning Nature ne'er never Night numbers o'er pleasure PLUTARCH POPE praise Prov Satire Satire vii Shakspeare shining sigh sleep smile soft Song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit Stanza stars sweet tale tears thee There's thine things THOMAS THOMAS À KEMPIS thou hast thought tongue truth unto viii virtue voice wind wise woman words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 105 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Seite 243 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Seite 352 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Seite 147 - Satan except, none higher sat, with grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air...
Seite 249 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Seite 96 - 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.
Seite 101 - gainst that season comes Wherein our saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Seite 78 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Seite 287 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Seite 373 - And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.