A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent and Appropriate Passages in the Old British PoetsSarah Josepha Buell Hale Lippincott, Grambo, 1855 - 576 sider |
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Side 14
... thou lack'st , and that breath wilt thou lose . Shaks . Richard II . Let him be so , For counsel still is folly's deadly foe . Shaks . London Prodigal . I pray thee , cease thy counsel . Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water ...
... thou lack'st , and that breath wilt thou lose . Shaks . Richard II . Let him be so , For counsel still is folly's deadly foe . Shaks . London Prodigal . I pray thee , cease thy counsel . Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water ...
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... thou shalt never fall. With its own flickering or a sword laid by , Which eats into itself , and rusts ingloriously ... Thou hast a name that darkens all On History's wide page ! Let all the blasts of fame ring out- Thine shall be loudest ...
... thou shalt never fall. With its own flickering or a sword laid by , Which eats into itself , and rusts ingloriously ... Thou hast a name that darkens all On History's wide page ! Let all the blasts of fame ring out- Thine shall be loudest ...
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... thou a man ? And sham'st thou not to beg ? To practise such a servile kind of life ? Why , were thy education ne'er so mean , Having thy limbs , a thousand fairer courses Then are earth's green robe and heaven's light Offer themselves ...
... thou a man ? And sham'st thou not to beg ? To practise such a servile kind of life ? Why , were thy education ne'er so mean , Having thy limbs , a thousand fairer courses Then are earth's green robe and heaven's light Offer themselves ...
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... thou hast told me In bower and garden rich and rare There's many a cherish'd flower , Whose beauty fades , whose fragrance flits Within the flitting hour . Not so the simple forest leaf , Shaks . Henry V. Unprized , unnoticed , lying ...
... thou hast told me In bower and garden rich and rare There's many a cherish'd flower , Whose beauty fades , whose fragrance flits Within the flitting hour . Not so the simple forest leaf , Shaks . Henry V. Unprized , unnoticed , lying ...
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... Thou art my daughter - never lov'd as now— Thou mountain maid , —thou child of liberty ! Urilda ! well from Uri's height I nam'd thee , Free as its breezes , -purer than its snows ! Maturin's Fredolfo . Lo ! at the couch where infant ...
... Thou art my daughter - never lov'd as now— Thou mountain maid , —thou child of liberty ! Urilda ! well from Uri's height I nam'd thee , Free as its breezes , -purer than its snows ! Maturin's Fredolfo . Lo ! at the couch where infant ...
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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 Joanna Baillie's Julius Cæsar King light live look lord lov'd Macbeth Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream Milton's Paradise Lost mind Miss Landon nature ne'er never O. W. Holmes o'er Othello pain passion peace 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 181 - 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 - 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 541 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
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 465 - O may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile; Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.
Side 196 - 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 371 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Side 487 - 11 present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine. DUKE. Say it, Othello. OTHELLO. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes That I have pass'd. I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Side 463 - 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 252 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.