Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Elegant Extracts on Every Subject, Bind 1Lindsay & Blakiston, 1847 - 506 sider |
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... thou that I could bear to part From thee , and learn to halve my heart ? Years have not seen , time shall not see The hour that tears my soul from thee . CowPER . THOMSON . BYRON'S Bride of Abydos . 9. Far I go where fate may lead me ...
... thou that I could bear to part From thee , and learn to halve my heart ? Years have not seen , time shall not see The hour that tears my soul from thee . CowPER . THOMSON . BYRON'S Bride of Abydos . 9. Far I go where fate may lead me ...
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... thou loved one - O , loved but too well , Too deeply , too blindly for language to tell ! Farewell - thou hast trampled love's faith in the dust , Thou hast torn from my bosom its hope and its trust ; Yet , if thy life's current with ...
... thou loved one - O , loved but too well , Too deeply , too blindly for language to tell ! Farewell - thou hast trampled love's faith in the dust , Thou hast torn from my bosom its hope and its trust ; Yet , if thy life's current with ...
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... thou lack'st , and that breath wilt thou lose . I pray thee , cease thy counsel , SHAKSPEARE . 3 . Which falls into mine ear as profitless As water in a sieve . SHAKSPEARE . 4. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep , As watchman ...
... thou lack'st , and that breath wilt thou lose . I pray thee , cease thy counsel , SHAKSPEARE . 3 . Which falls into mine ear as profitless As water in a sieve . SHAKSPEARE . 4. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep , As watchman ...
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... thou seest the twilight of such day , As after sunset fadeth in the west , SHAKSPEARE . Which by and by black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest . SHAKSPEARE . 4. Age cannot wither her , nor custom ...
... thou seest the twilight of such day , As after sunset fadeth in the west , SHAKSPEARE . Which by and by black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest . SHAKSPEARE . 4. Age cannot wither her , nor custom ...
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... Thou , like the adder venomous and deaf , Hast stung the traveller ; and when thou think'st To hide , the rustling leaves and bended grass Confess and point the path which thou hast crept . O , fate of fools ! officious in contriving ...
... Thou , like the adder venomous and deaf , Hast stung the traveller ; and when thou think'st To hide , the rustling leaves and bended grass Confess and point the path which thou hast crept . O , fate of fools ! officious in contriving ...
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AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX charm cheek clouds Comus COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. G. PERCIVAL J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE MOORE'S Lalla Rookh N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Side 153 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Side 477 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Side 141 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Side 470 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Side 386 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Side 340 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Side 320 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.
Side 210 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Side 455 - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Side 93 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...