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Side xv
Let us say with the American Poet , Grenville Mellen“ We have been taught in
oracles of old of the enskied divinity of song ; That Poetry and Music , hand in
hand , Came in the light of inspiration forth , And claimed alliance with the rolling
...
Let us say with the American Poet , Grenville Mellen“ We have been taught in
oracles of old of the enskied divinity of song ; That Poetry and Music , hand in
hand , Came in the light of inspiration forth , And claimed alliance with the rolling
...
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AFFRONT . AFTER AFFRONT . AFTER . 23 AFFRONT . OFT have they violated
The temple , oft the law with foul affronts , Abominations rather . Milton . His holy
rites and solemn feasts profaned , And with their darkness durst affront His light .
AFFRONT . AFTER AFFRONT . AFTER . 23 AFFRONT . OFT have they violated
The temple , oft the law with foul affronts , Abominations rather . Milton . His holy
rites and solemn feasts profaned , And with their darkness durst affront His light .
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Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears , Than settled
age his sables and his weeds , Importing health and graveness . Shakspere .
Beshrew my jealousy ! It seems it is as proper to our age To cast beyond
ourselves in ...
Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears , Than settled
age his sables and his weeds , Importing health and graveness . Shakspere .
Beshrew my jealousy ! It seems it is as proper to our age To cast beyond
ourselves in ...
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Thus aged men , full loth and slow , The vanities of life forego , And count their
youthful follies o ' er , Till memory lends her light no more . Scott . Now then the
ills of age , its pains , its care , The drooping spirit for its fate prepare ; And each ...
Thus aged men , full loth and slow , The vanities of life forego , And count their
youthful follies o ' er , Till memory lends her light no more . Scott . Now then the
ills of age , its pains , its care , The drooping spirit for its fate prepare ; And each ...
Side 31
And God made two great lights , great for their use To man ; the greater to have
rule by day , The less by night , altern . Good after ill , and after pain delight ,
Alternate like the scenes of day and night . Dryden . Hear how Timotheus '
various ...
And God made two great lights , great for their use To man ; the greater to have
rule by day , The less by night , altern . Good after ill , and after pain delight ,
Alternate like the scenes of day and night . Dryden . Hear how Timotheus '
various ...
Hvad folk siger - Skriv en anmeldelse
Vi har ikke fundet nogen anmeldelser de normale steder.
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
bear beauty birds bless breath bright Butler Byron clouds dark death deep delight doth Dryden earth eternal eyes face fair fall fame fate fear feel flowers fools gentle give glory gold grace grow hand happy hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour human kind king leave light live look Milton mind morn nature never night o'er once pain passion past peace play pleasure poor Pope praise pride reason rest rich rise round seems sense Shakspere shine sleep smile soon soul sound Spenser spirit spring stand strong sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tongue true truth turn virtue voice wind wings wise wish Young youth
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Side 513 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Side 631 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Side 121 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off; and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And Wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Side 501 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Side 120 - 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.
Side 40 - O th' exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Side 368 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest 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...
Side 80 - 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.
Side 262 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Side 581 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | A cyclopædia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams |
| Forfatter | Cyclopaedia |
| Redaktør | Henry Gardiner Adams |
| Udgiver | Groombridge and Sons, 1853 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 4. aug 2006 |
| Længde | 733 sider |
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