A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poetsprivate distribution, 1867 - 715 páginas |
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... happy - need I now ? Frowde , Sa. Smollett , Reg . Crabbe . Byron , Giacur . Of all the horrid , hideous notes of woe , Sadder than owl - songs on the midnight blast , Is that portentous phrase , " I told you so , " Utter'd by friends ...
... happy - need I now ? Frowde , Sa. Smollett , Reg . Crabbe . Byron , Giacur . Of all the horrid , hideous notes of woe , Sadder than owl - songs on the midnight blast , Is that portentous phrase , " I told you so , " Utter'd by friends ...
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... happy , thinks himself more wise ; All wretchedly deplore the present state , And that advice seems best which comes too late . Learn to dissemble wrongs , to smile at injuries , And suffer crimes thou wanst the power to punish : Be ...
... happy , thinks himself more wise ; All wretchedly deplore the present state , And that advice seems best which comes too late . Learn to dissemble wrongs , to smile at injuries , And suffer crimes thou wanst the power to punish : Be ...
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... happy lot ! Pope . Shak , Marmion , Antiq . " T is bought , locked up , and lies forgot ! Prior , Alma , c . 2 . How his eyes languish ! how his thoughts adore That painted coat , which Joseph never wore ! He shews , on holidays , a ...
... happy lot ! Pope . Shak , Marmion , Antiq . " T is bought , locked up , and lies forgot ! Prior , Alma , c . 2 . How his eyes languish ! how his thoughts adore That painted coat , which Joseph never wore ! He shews , on holidays , a ...
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... happy hours pass'd by us unperceived ; So was my soul fix'd to the soft enchantment . AUCTIONEER . And much more honest , to be hired , and stand With auctionary hammer in thy hand , Provoking to give more , and knocking thrice , For ...
... happy hours pass'd by us unperceived ; So was my soul fix'd to the soft enchantment . AUCTIONEER . And much more honest , to be hired , and stand With auctionary hammer in thy hand , Provoking to give more , and knocking thrice , For ...
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... happy time , Best portion of the various year , in which Nature rejoiceth , smiling on her works , Lovely , to full perfection wrought . ' Tis past ! no more the Summer blooms ! Ascending in the rear , Behold , congenial Autumn comes ...
... happy time , Best portion of the various year , in which Nature rejoiceth , smiling on her works , Lovely , to full perfection wrought . ' Tis past ! no more the Summer blooms ! Ascending in the rear , Behold , congenial Autumn comes ...
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Aaron Hill Absalom and Achitophel Addison beauty Ben Jonson bliss breath bright Butler Byron charms Churchill clouds Cowper Crabbe death doth dream Dryden Dunciad earth Eliza Cook eyes Fable fair fame fate fear flowers fools fortune Giaour give glory Goldsmith grace grave grief happy hast hate hath heart heaven Herrick honour hope Horace Smith hour Hudibras human Jane Shore Joanna Baillie Johnson king light live look Lord Love's lovers Macb man's marriage Milton mind Moore nature ne'er never night numbers o'er pain passion peace Pindar pleasure Pope praise pride rich Rosciad shine Siege of Corinth sigh sleep smile sorrow soul spirit sweet Tamerlane tears thee There's thine things Thomson thou art thought tongue truth virtue wind wise woman words wretch Young youth
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Página 452 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Página 395 - I'll read, his for his love,' XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green ; Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy : Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Página 337 - Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Página 269 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 188 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 164 - This England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, if England to itself do rest but true.
Página 121 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Página 129 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Página 270 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Página 494 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.