Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and Phrases In Common Use: Chiefly from English AuthorsJohn Bartlett Little, Brown and Company, 1865 - 480 sider |
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Side 36
... stanza . There has been much contro- versy about the authorship , but the more probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by Fletcher . Sigh no more , ladies , sigh no more ; 36 SHAKSPEARE .
... stanza . There has been much contro- versy about the authorship , but the more probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by Fletcher . Sigh no more , ladies , sigh no more ; 36 SHAKSPEARE .
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... Stanza 39 . Errors like straws upon the surface flow ; He who would search for pearls must dive below . All for Love . Prologue . Men are but children of a larger growth . Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 1 . Your ignorance is the mother of your ...
... Stanza 39 . Errors like straws upon the surface flow ; He who would search for pearls must dive below . All for Love . Prologue . Men are but children of a larger growth . Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 1 . Your ignorance is the mother of your ...
Side 201
... stanza when he should engross . Line 15 . Friend to my life , which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle song . Obliged by hunger and request of friends . Fired that the house rejects him , print it , Line 27 . Line ...
... stanza when he should engross . Line 15 . Friend to my life , which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle song . Obliged by hunger and request of friends . Fired that the house rejects him , print it , Line 27 . Line ...
Side 229
... Stanza 30 . A little round , fat , oily man of God . Canto i . St. 69 . Rule Britannia , Britannia rules the waves ; Britons never will be slaves . Alfred . Act ii . Sc . 5 . For ever , Fortune , wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to ...
... Stanza 30 . A little round , fat , oily man of God . Canto i . St. 69 . Rule Britannia , Britannia rules the waves ; Britons never will be slaves . Alfred . Act ii . Sc . 5 . For ever , Fortune , wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to ...
Side 283
... Stanza 2 . The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door . A simple Child , That lightly draws its breath ... Stanzas written in Thomson And he is oft the wisest man , Who is not wise at all . The Oak and the Broom . * The ...
... Stanza 2 . The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door . A simple Child , That lightly draws its breath ... Stanzas written in Thomson And he is oft the wisest man , Who is not wise at all . The Oak and the Broom . * The ...
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Anatomy of Melancholy angels bearbaiting beauty BEILBY PORTEUS BEN JONSON better blessed Book breath Cæsar Canto Canto iii dead dear death devil divine doth dream DRYDEN Dunciad earth Eccles Epistle Epistle ii Epitaph eyes fair Farewell fear fools give glory grave hand happy hath heart heaven Honest Man's Fortune honor hope Hudibras Ibid JOHN Julius Cæsar king Lady light Line Line 60 live look Lord man's Matt mind moon morning Nature ne'er never Night numbers o'er pleasure PLUTARCH POPE praise Prov Satire Satire vii Shakspeare shining sigh sleep smile soft Song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit Stanza stars sweet tale tears thee There's thine things THOMAS THOMAS À KEMPIS thou hast thought tongue truth unto viii virtue voice wind wise woman words
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Side 105 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Side 243 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Side 352 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Side 147 - Satan except, none higher sat, with grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air...
Side 249 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Side 96 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Side 101 - gainst that season comes Wherein our saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Side 78 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Side 287 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Side 373 - And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.