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 стор. |
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... Hudibras . Part I. Canto iii . Line 877 . I have not quailed to danger's brow When high and happy - need I now ? 54 Of all the horrid , hideous notes of woe , Sadder than owl - songs or the midnight blast , Is that portentous phrase ...
... Hudibras . Part I. Canto iii . Line 877 . I have not quailed to danger's brow When high and happy - need I now ? 54 Of all the horrid , hideous notes of woe , Sadder than owl - songs or the midnight blast , Is that portentous phrase ...
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... Hudibras . Pt . ii . Canto iii . Line 669 What can ennoble sots , or slaves , or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards . 137 Pope : Essay on Man . Epis . iv . Line 215 . He stands for fame on his forefathers ' feet , By ...
... Hudibras . Pt . ii . Canto iii . Line 669 What can ennoble sots , or slaves , or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards . 137 Pope : Essay on Man . Epis . iv . Line 215 . He stands for fame on his forefathers ' feet , By ...
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... Hudibras . Part ii . Canto iii . Line 923 . Some men there are love not a gaping pig ; Some , that are mad if they behold a cat . • For affection , Master of passion , sways it to the mood Of what it likes or loathes . 160 ANTIQUITY ...
... Hudibras . Part ii . Canto iii . Line 923 . Some men there are love not a gaping pig ; Some , that are mad if they behold a cat . • For affection , Master of passion , sways it to the mood Of what it likes or loathes . 160 ANTIQUITY ...
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... Hudibras . Pt . iii . Canto iii . Line 547 He'd undertake to prove , by force Of argument , a man's no horse . He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl , And that a lord may be an owl , A calf an alderman , a goose a justice , And rooks ...
... Hudibras . Pt . iii . Canto iii . Line 547 He'd undertake to prove , by force Of argument , a man's no horse . He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl , And that a lord may be an owl , A calf an alderman , a goose a justice , And rooks ...
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... Hudibras . Pt . iii . Canto iii . Line 243 1 See Notes tracing the pedigree of this distich and its parallels , in Iludi bras , Ed . Bohn , pp . 106 and 403 . When Greeks joined Greeks , then was the tug of BARGAIN - BATTLE . 3833.
... Hudibras . Pt . iii . Canto iii . Line 243 1 See Notes tracing the pedigree of this distich and its parallels , in Iludi bras , Ed . Bohn , pp . 106 and 403 . When Greeks joined Greeks , then was the tug of BARGAIN - BATTLE . 3833.
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A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets Henry George Bohn,Anna Lydia Ward Повний перегляд - 1911 |
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.