Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes : Authors, 550 ; Subjects, 435 ; Quotations, 13,600, Том 1873J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1896 - 772 стор. |
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... fame ; But , as the first , the last of all the line Would , like the sun , ev'n in descending , shine . DRYDEN . Vain are their hopes who fancy to inherit , Though plodding heralds through each branch By trees of pedigree , or fame or ...
... fame ; But , as the first , the last of all the line Would , like the sun , ev'n in descending , shine . DRYDEN . Vain are their hopes who fancy to inherit , Though plodding heralds through each branch By trees of pedigree , or fame or ...
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... fame ? POPE . From the same lineage stern Æetes came , The far - famed brother of th ' enchantress dame . POPE . Vulgar parents cannot stamp their race With signatures of such majestic grace . POPE . He lives to build , not boast , a ...
... fame ? POPE . From the same lineage stern Æetes came , The far - famed brother of th ' enchantress dame . POPE . Vulgar parents cannot stamp their race With signatures of such majestic grace . POPE . He lives to build , not boast , a ...
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... never wore ! He shows , on holidays , a sacred pin That touch'd the ruff that touch'd Queen Bess's chin . YOUNG : Love of Fame . ANXIETY . What avails it that indulgent heaven From mortal 40 ANGUISH . — ANTIQUITIES .
... never wore ! He shows , on holidays , a sacred pin That touch'd the ruff that touch'd Queen Bess's chin . YOUNG : Love of Fame . ANXIETY . What avails it that indulgent heaven From mortal 40 ANGUISH . — ANTIQUITIES .
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... fame . DRYDEN . POPE . Artists and plans relieved my solemn hours ; I founded palaces , and planted bow'rs . PRIOR . Ere the progressive course of restless age Performs three thousand times its annual stage , May not our pow'r and ...
... fame . DRYDEN . POPE . Artists and plans relieved my solemn hours ; I founded palaces , and planted bow'rs . PRIOR . Ere the progressive course of restless age Performs three thousand times its annual stage , May not our pow'r and ...
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... attend The name of happy , till he knew his end . CREECH . Time , which made them their fame outlive , To Cowley scarce did ripeness give . SIR J. DENHAM . Horace's wit and Virgil's state He did not steal , AUTHORS . 47.
... attend The name of happy , till he knew his end . CREECH . Time , which made them their fame outlive , To Cowley scarce did ripeness give . SIR J. DENHAM . Horace's wit and Virgil's state He did not steal , AUTHORS . 47.
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...