Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to TennysonJ. B. Lippincott & Company, 1878 - 772 sider |
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... hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen . SHAKSPEARE . At your age The heyday in the blood is tame , it's humble , And waits upon the judgment . SHAKSPEARE . Let's take the instant by the forward top : For we are old , and on our quick ...
... hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen . SHAKSPEARE . At your age The heyday in the blood is tame , it's humble , And waits upon the judgment . SHAKSPEARE . Let's take the instant by the forward top : For we are old , and on our quick ...
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... hours . DRYDEN . Would I had been disposer of thy stars , Thou shouldst have had thy wish , and died in wars . DRYDEN . If but a mile she travel out of town , The planetary hour must first be known , And lucky moment , if her eye but ...
... hours . DRYDEN . Would I had been disposer of thy stars , Thou shouldst have had thy wish , and died in wars . DRYDEN . If but a mile she travel out of town , The planetary hour must first be known , And lucky moment , if her eye but ...
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... ? Can these , when tortured by disease , Cheer our sick hearts , or purchase ease ? Can these prolong one gasp of breath , Or calm the troubled hour of death ? GAY . Be thrifty , but not covetous ; therefore give Thy AUTUMN - AVARICE . 59.
... ? Can these , when tortured by disease , Cheer our sick hearts , or purchase ease ? Can these prolong one gasp of breath , Or calm the troubled hour of death ? GAY . Be thrifty , but not covetous ; therefore give Thy AUTUMN - AVARICE . 59.
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... hour : to sit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , SHAKSPEARE . Kate , like the hazel twig , Is straight and slender , and as brown in hue As hazel - nuts , and sweeter than the kernels . SHAKSPEARE . Black brows ...
... hour : to sit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , SHAKSPEARE . Kate , like the hazel twig , Is straight and slender , and as brown in hue As hazel - nuts , and sweeter than the kernels . SHAKSPEARE . Black brows ...
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... hour , My stores in riotous expense devour . POPE . Nay , we must think men are not gods ; Nor of them look for such ... hours are seen . DRYDEN . Some positive persisting fops we know , That if once wrong , will needs be always so : But ...
... hour , My stores in riotous expense devour . POPE . Nay , we must think men are not gods ; Nor of them look for such ... hours are seen . DRYDEN . Some positive persisting fops we know , That if once wrong , will needs be always so : But ...
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Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ... Samuel Austin Allibone Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1875 |
Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ... Samuel Austin Allibone Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1892 |
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ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds BLACKMORE bless bliss breast breath bright BYRON charms Childe Harold clouds coursers COWLEY COWPER dark death delight DENHAM doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flowers fools gentle give glory golden grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras ISAAC WATTS JOANNA BAILLIE king light live look MILTON mind morning mortal muse N. P. WILLIS nature ne'er never Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure POPE pow'r praise pride PRIOR rich ROSCOMMON round shade SHAKSPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars stream sweet SWIFT tears thee thine things THOMSON trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth РОРЕ
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Side 159 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 382 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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 712 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Side 370 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Side 105 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Side 646 - I love thee, and it is my love that speaks, — There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond ; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be drest in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit: As who should say, 'I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark...
Side 617 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Side 548 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Side 430 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: 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.
Side 698 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a