A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent and Appropriate Passages in the Old British Poets; with Choice and Copious Selections from the Best Modern British and American PoetsJ. B. Lippincott & Company, 1855 - 570 sider |
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... look out The way he went at parting , —but he came not ! Rogers's Italy There as she sought repose , her sorrowing heart Recall'd her absent love with bitter sighs ; Regret had deeply fix'd the poison'd dart , Cowper's Task . Which ever ...
... look out The way he went at parting , —but he came not ! Rogers's Italy There as she sought repose , her sorrowing heart Recall'd her absent love with bitter sighs ; Regret had deeply fix'd the poison'd dart , Cowper's Task . Which ever ...
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... looks , and these hard fractions , They froze me into silence . Shaks . Timon , Sweep on , you fat and greasy citizens ; ' Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there ? Shaks . As you like it ...
... looks , and these hard fractions , They froze me into silence . Shaks . Timon , Sweep on , you fat and greasy citizens ; ' Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there ? Shaks . As you like it ...
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... look into my heart , And watch your image there ! You would own the sunny loveliness Affection makes it wear . But this shall be a token thou hast been A friend to him who pluck'd these lovely flowers , And sent them as a tribute to a ...
... look into my heart , And watch your image there ! You would own the sunny loveliness Affection makes it wear . But this shall be a token thou hast been A friend to him who pluck'd these lovely flowers , And sent them as a tribute to a ...
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... Look often higher than their merit's rise . Rowland Watkyns . Ambition is like love , impatient Both of delays and ... looks back , It is a swelling , and the last affection A high mind can put off . It is a rebel Both to the soul and ...
... Look often higher than their merit's rise . Rowland Watkyns . Ambition is like love , impatient Both of delays and ... looks back , It is a swelling , and the last affection A high mind can put off . It is a rebel Both to the soul and ...
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... look down on the hate of those below . Though high above , the sun of glory glow , And far beneath , the earth and ocean spread ; Round him are icy rocks , and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head , And thus reward the ...
... look down on the hate of those below . Though high above , the sun of glory glow , And far beneath , the earth and ocean spread ; Round him are icy rocks , and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head , And thus reward the ...
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Bailey's Festus beauty blood breast breath bright Butler's Hudibras Byron's Childe Harold charm clouds Coriolanus Cowper's Task dark death Doge of Venice doth dream Dryden's earth Eliza Cook ev'ry eyes fair fame fear feel flowers fools gentle Gentlemen of Verona Giaour glory grave grief Hamlet hand happy hath heart heaven Henry Henry IV Henry VI honour hope hour Jane Shore Joanna Baillie's Julius Cæsar King light live look lord lov'd Macbeth Merchant of Venice Milton's Paradise Lost mind Miss Landon nature ne'er never O. W. Holmes o'er Othello pain passion peace Pindar pleasure Poems Pope's pride Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet Rowe's Scott's Shaks sigh sleep smile soft sorrow soul Spenser's Fairy Queen spirit sweet tears thee thine things Thomson's Seasons thou art tongue truth Venice virtue wind wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
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Side 179 - 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 204 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 154 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 524 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Side 204 - 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 453 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Side 102 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Side 16 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Side 208 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Side 483 - 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, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.