A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets, Том 1T. Y. Crowell & Company, 1883 - 761 стор. |
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... true Arabian night ! 12 O last love ! O first love ! My love with the true heart , T. B. Aldrich : Latakia . To think I have come to this your home , And yet we are apart ! 13 ---- Jean Ingelow : Sailing Beyond Seas . Absence makes the ...
... true Arabian night ! 12 O last love ! O first love ! My love with the true heart , T. B. Aldrich : Latakia . To think I have come to this your home , And yet we are apart ! 13 ---- Jean Ingelow : Sailing Beyond Seas . Absence makes the ...
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... vain toil surveys , And buries madmen in the heaps they raise . Pope : Essay on Man . Epis . ii . Line 199 124 Pope : Essay on Man . Epis . iv . Line 74 The true ambition there alone resides , Where justice vindicates AMBITION . 13.
... vain toil surveys , And buries madmen in the heaps they raise . Pope : Essay on Man . Epis . ii . Line 199 124 Pope : Essay on Man . Epis . iv . Line 74 The true ambition there alone resides , Where justice vindicates AMBITION . 13.
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Henry George Bohn Anna Lydia Ward. The true ambition there alone resides , Where justice vindicates , and wisdom guides ; Where inward dignity joins outward state , Our purpose good , as our achievement great ; Where public blessings ...
Henry George Bohn Anna Lydia Ward. The true ambition there alone resides , Where justice vindicates , and wisdom guides ; Where inward dignity joins outward state , Our purpose good , as our achievement great ; Where public blessings ...
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Henry George Bohn Anna Lydia Ward. ' Tis not enough your counsel still be true ; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do . Pope : E. on Criticism . 426 BLUSHING- - see Bashfulness . From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks ...
Henry George Bohn Anna Lydia Ward. ' Tis not enough your counsel still be true ; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do . Pope : E. on Criticism . 426 BLUSHING- - see Bashfulness . From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks ...
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... true man , Crown him , honor him , love him . Weep over him , tears of woman , Stoop manliest brows above him ! No duty could overtask him , No need his will outrun ; Or ever our lips could ask him , His hands the work had done . 587 ...
... true man , Crown him , honor him , love him . Weep over him , tears of woman , Stoop manliest brows above him ! No duty could overtask him , No need his will outrun ; Or ever our lips could ask him , His hands the work had done . 587 ...
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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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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 287 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
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 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 364 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Сторінка 551 - To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
Сторінка 48 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Сторінка 488 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...