The Cyclopædia of Practical Quotations: English and Latin, with an Appendix Containing Proverbs from the Latin and Modern Foreign Languages, Law and Ecclesiastical Terms and Significations; Names, Dates and Nationality of Quoted Authors, Etc., with Copious IndexesI.K. Funk & Company, 1882 - 899 стор. |
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... GEORGE ELIOT . They have been at a great feast of languages and stolen the scraps.- SHAKESPEARE . The art of quotation requires more delicacy in the practice than those con- ceive who can see nothing more in a quotation than an extract ...
... GEORGE ELIOT . They have been at a great feast of languages and stolen the scraps.- SHAKESPEARE . The art of quotation requires more delicacy in the practice than those con- ceive who can see nothing more in a quotation than an extract ...
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... GEORGE WASHINGTON - Social Maxims . Friendship . Action is transitory , a step , a blow , The motion of a muscle - this way or that . t . WORDSWORTH - The Borderers . Act III . All may do what has by man been done . YOUNG - Night ...
... GEORGE WASHINGTON - Social Maxims . Friendship . Action is transitory , a step , a blow , The motion of a muscle - this way or that . t . WORDSWORTH - The Borderers . Act III . All may do what has by man been done . YOUNG - Night ...
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... GEORGE MACDONALD - The Marquis of Lossie . Ch . XL . Set is the sun of my years ; And over a few poor ashes , I sit in my darkness and tears . k . GERALD MASSEY - A Wail . The ages roll Forward ; and forward with them , draw my soul ...
... GEORGE MACDONALD - The Marquis of Lossie . Ch . XL . Set is the sun of my years ; And over a few poor ashes , I sit in my darkness and tears . k . GERALD MASSEY - A Wail . The ages roll Forward ; and forward with them , draw my soul ...
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... GEORGE COLEMAN , JR . - Sylvester Daggerwood , or New Hay at the Old Market . Sc . 1 . Wit , seeking truth , from cause to cause as- cends , And never rests till it the first attain ; Will , seeking good , finds many middle ends ; But ...
... GEORGE COLEMAN , JR . - Sylvester Daggerwood , or New Hay at the Old Market . Sc . 1 . Wit , seeking truth , from cause to cause as- cends , And never rests till it the first attain ; Will , seeking good , finds many middle ends ; But ...
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... GEORGE ELIOT - Spanish Gypsy . What , drunk with choler ?. .p . Henry IV . Pt . I. Act I. Sc . 3 . Senseless , and deformed , Convulsive anger storms at large ; or , pale And silent settles into fell revenge . 9 . Bk . I. Anger seeks ...
... GEORGE ELIOT - Spanish Gypsy . What , drunk with choler ?. .p . Henry IV . Pt . I. Act I. Sc . 3 . Senseless , and deformed , Convulsive anger storms at large ; or , pale And silent settles into fell revenge . 9 . Bk . I. Anger seeks ...
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America angels BAILEY-Festus beauty bird blossoms breath BYRON-Childe Harold BYRON-Don Juan Canto CHRISTINA G CICERO clouds Cymbeline daisies dark death deeds doth Dream Earl earth England eyes fair fame fear flowers fool friendship Gentlemen of Verona GEORGE gold golden Hamlet happy hath heart heaven Henry VI HORACE JOHN Julius Cæsar JUVENAL King Lear light Line live LONGFELLOW-The Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth man's Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice MILTON-Paradise Lost mind morning nature never night o'er Othello OVID PLAUTUS POPE-Essay praise quæ quam quod Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet rose SENECA silence sing sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul Spring stars sweet SYRUS tears TENNYSON-The thee things thou art tree truth violets virtue wind words YOUNG-Night Thoughts youth
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Сторінка 381 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Сторінка 345 - 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 334 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Сторінка 208 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Сторінка 212 - THE poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Сторінка 208 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Сторінка 212 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Сторінка 99 - We may live without poetry, music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XX.
Сторінка 187 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Сторінка 417 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...