A Dictionary of Quotations from the English PoetsG. Bell [& sons], 1895 - 715 sider |
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... glory , I haste now to my setting . I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening , And no man see me more By adversity are wrought Sh . H. VIII . III . 2 . The greatest works of admiration , And all the fair examples of renown ...
... glory , I haste now to my setting . I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening , And no man see me more By adversity are wrought Sh . H. VIII . III . 2 . The greatest works of admiration , And all the fair examples of renown ...
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... Glory , Pride . Raleigh . Fain would I climb , but that I fear to fall . [ 169 . Q. El . If thy mind fail thee , do not climb at all . Scott , Ken.XVII Fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels : how can man then , The image of ...
... Glory , Pride . Raleigh . Fain would I climb , but that I fear to fall . [ 169 . Q. El . If thy mind fail thee , do not climb at all . Scott , Ken.XVII Fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels : how can man then , The image of ...
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... glory is our motive , not our end : Wouldst thou be famed ? have those high acts in view , Brave men would act , though scandal would ensue.Young , L. F. Fame is the shade of immortality , And in itself a shadow . Soon as caught , [ VII ...
... glory is our motive , not our end : Wouldst thou be famed ? have those high acts in view , Brave men would act , though scandal would ensue.Young , L. F. Fame is the shade of immortality , And in itself a shadow . Soon as caught , [ VII ...
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... soul ? Gone - glimmering through the dream of things that were , First in the race that led to glory's goal , They won , and pass'd away . Byron , Ch . II . 11. 2 . ATTENTION . ATTENTION - AUTHORITY . My soul is wrapp'd.
... soul ? Gone - glimmering through the dream of things that were , First in the race that led to glory's goal , They won , and pass'd away . Byron , Ch . II . 11. 2 . ATTENTION . ATTENTION - AUTHORITY . My soul is wrapp'd.
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... glory or reward , Truth is well paid , when she is sung and heard . Much thou hast said , which I know when And where thou stol'st from other men ; Whereby ' tis plain thy light and gifts Are all but plagiary shifts . No author ever ...
... glory or reward , Truth is well paid , when she is sung and heard . Much thou hast said , which I know when And where thou stol'st from other men ; Whereby ' tis plain thy light and gifts Are all but plagiary shifts . No author ever ...
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Aaron Hill Addison bear beauty Ben Jonson bliss brave breast breath bright Butler Byron charms Churchill clouds Cowper death deeds doth dream Dryden earth Ebenezer Elliott Eliza Cook eyes Fable fair fame fate fear flowers fools fortune Giaour give glory Goldsmith grace grave grief happy hast hate hath heart heaven Herrick Honest Man's Fortune honour hope hour Hudibras human Joanna Baillie Johnson king L'Allegro Lady light live looks Lord Love's LOVERS Macb man's mankind MARRIAGE Milton mind Moore nature ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace Pindar pleasure Pope praise rich shine sigh smile Sonnet 35 sorrow soul spirit sweet Tamerlane tears thee There's things Thomson thou art thought tongue Troil truth Twill VIII virtue wind wise words wretch Young youth
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Side 337 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Side 441 - 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 456 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Side 361 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast...
Side 421 - 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...
Side 526 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die...
Side 188 - 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 honours 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 421 - 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 424 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Side 673 - 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...