Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes : Authors, 550 ; Subjects, 435 ; Quotations, 13,600, Bind 1873J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1896 - 772 sider |
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... wind , But ripely dropping from the sapless bough . DRYDEN . Time has made you dote , and vainly tell Of arms imagined in your lonely cell : Go ! be the temple and the gods your care ; Permit to men the thought of peace and war . DRYDEN ...
... wind , But ripely dropping from the sapless bough . DRYDEN . Time has made you dote , and vainly tell Of arms imagined in your lonely cell : Go ! be the temple and the gods your care ; Permit to men the thought of peace and war . DRYDEN ...
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... wind beat dark December . SHAKSPEARE . Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears , Than settled age his sables and his weeds , Importing health and graveness . SHAKSPEARE . How ill white hairs become a fool and ...
... wind beat dark December . SHAKSPEARE . Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears , Than settled age his sables and his weeds , Importing health and graveness . SHAKSPEARE . How ill white hairs become a fool and ...
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... wind in the east do not blow : From moon being changed , till past be the prime , For graffing and cropping is very good time . TUSSER . In May get a weed - hook , a crotch , and a glove , And weed out such weeds as the corn doth not ...
... wind in the east do not blow : From moon being changed , till past be the prime , For graffing and cropping is very good time . TUSSER . In May get a weed - hook , a crotch , and a glove , And weed out such weeds as the corn doth not ...
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... wind , Gape for the food which they must never find . DRYDEN . Fowls , by winter forced , forsake the floods , And wing their hasty flight to happier lands . DRYDEN . All hail , he cry'd , thy country's grace and love ; Once first of ...
... wind , Gape for the food which they must never find . DRYDEN . Fowls , by winter forced , forsake the floods , And wing their hasty flight to happier lands . DRYDEN . All hail , he cry'd , thy country's grace and love ; Once first of ...
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... wind , and scorns the sun . SHAKSPEARE . All plumed like estridges , that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed ; Glittering in golden coats like images . SHAKSPEARE . A falcon , tow'ring in her pride of place , Was by a ...
... wind , and scorns the sun . SHAKSPEARE . All plumed like estridges , that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed ; Glittering in golden coats like images . SHAKSPEARE . A falcon , tow'ring in her pride of place , Was by a ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...