A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American PoetsT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1911 - 761 sider |
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... thee , still thee , till thought grew pain , And memory , like a drop that , night and day , Falls cold and ceaseless , wore my heart away ! 15 ABSTINENCE . Moore : Lalla Rookh . V. P. of Khorassan , Against diseases here the strongest ...
... thee , still thee , till thought grew pain , And memory , like a drop that , night and day , Falls cold and ceaseless , wore my heart away ! 15 ABSTINENCE . Moore : Lalla Rookh . V. P. of Khorassan , Against diseases here the strongest ...
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... thee , My native land - good night . 43 Byron : Ch . Harold . Canto 1. St. 13 ADMONITION -see Advice . Sum up at night what thou hast done by day ; And in the morning what thou hast to do . Dress and undress thy soul . Watch the decay ...
... thee , My native land - good night . 43 Byron : Ch . Harold . Canto 1. St. 13 ADMONITION -see Advice . Sum up at night what thou hast done by day ; And in the morning what thou hast to do . Dress and undress thy soul . Watch the decay ...
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... thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty . Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues . 58 Shaks .: Henry VIII . Act iii . Sc . 2 . Give thy thoughts no tongue , Nor any unproportion'd thought his act ...
... thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty . Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues . 58 Shaks .: Henry VIII . Act iii . Sc . 2 . Give thy thoughts no tongue , Nor any unproportion'd thought his act ...
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... thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again . 72 Shaks .: Othello . Act iii . Sc . 3 Some feelings are to mortals given , With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and ...
... thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again . 72 Shaks .: Othello . Act iii . Sc . 3 Some feelings are to mortals given , With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and ...
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... thee , captain ; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . 171 Shaks .: Tw . Night . Act i . Sc . 2 ...
... thee , captain ; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . 171 Shaks .: Tw . Night . Act i . Sc . 2 ...
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beauty breath bright Butler Byron Cæsar Canto Churchill clouds Cowper dark dead death Don Juan doth dream Dryden earth Epis eyes Fables fair fear Festus flowers fool George Eliot give glory Goldsmith grace grave grief grow Hamlet hand hast hath heart heaven Henry Vaughan Henry VI Henry VIII honor hour Hudibras INDEX TO QUOTATIONS Jean Ingelow Joanna Baillie King King Lear kiss light Line live Longfellow look Lost Love's Macbeth Milton mind Moral Essays morning nature ne'er never Night Thoughts numbers o'er Othello pain passion peace pleasure Pope praise Richard Richard III Robert Browning Satire Shaks shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul stars sweet T. B. Aldrich tears Tennyson thine things Thomson thou art tongue truth Venice virtue William Cullen Bryant wind wings wise woman words Young
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 135 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she...
Side 48 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring 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 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.
Side 526 - 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...
Side 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.
Side 433 - 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.