DICTIONARY OF POETICAL QUOTATIONS. ABSENCE. Since she must go, and I must mourn, come night, Environ me with darkness whilst I write. DONNE. Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, Winds murmur'd through the leaves your short And made his wound far greater than before; stay: But, with your presence cheer'd, they cease to mourn, And walks wear fresher green at your return. DRYDEN. She vows for his return with vain devotion pays. DRYDEN. THOMAS MAY: Henry II. Short retirement urges sweet return. MILTON. Oh! couldst thou but know Forced from her presence, and condemn'd to And memory, like a drop that night and day live! Unwelcome freedom, and unthank'd reprieve. DRYDEN. Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away! Ye flowers that droop, forsaken by the spring; Love reckons hours for months, and days for Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, years; And every little absence is an age. DRYDEN: Amphytrion. His friends beheld, and pity'd him in vain, For what advice can ease a lover's pain? Absence, the best expedient they could find, Might save the fortune, if not cure the mind. DRYDEN: Fables. His absence from his mother oft he'll mourn, And, with his eyes, look wishes to return. DRYDEN: Juvenal, Sat. II. Ye trees that fade, when autumn heats remove, POPE. As some sad turtle his lost love deplores, POPE. Fate some future bard shall join 2 (17) What! keep a week away? seven days and Their hidden strength, and throw out into p nights? tice Eightscore eight hours? and lovers' absent Virtues which shun the day. ADDISO Must burn before its surface shine; By adversity are wrought DANIEL: On the Earl of Southampt Grow hard and stiffen with adversity. Aromatic plants bestow DRYD No spicy fragrance while they grow; But, crush'd or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around. GOLDSMI By how much from the top of wond'rous Strongest of mortal men, To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art MIL The scene of beauty and delight is chang No roses bloom upon my fading cheek, No laughing graces wanton in my eyes; But haggard Grief, lean-looking sallow And pining Discontent, a rueful train, Dwell on my brow, all hideous and forl R AGE. Why shouldst thou try to hide thyself in youth? ADDISON. We'll mutually forget The warmth of youth and frowardness of age. ADDISON. Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts; Old age is slow in both. ADDISON: Cato. Nor can the snow that age does shed Quench or allay the noble fire within; COWLEY. Now then the ills of age, its pains, its care, Our nature here is not unlike our wine; The spring, like youth, fresh blossoms doth produce, But autumn makes them ripe, and fit for use: To elder years to be discreet and grave, SIR J. DENHAM. Who this observes, may in his body find Decrepit age, but never in his mind. SIR J. DENHAM. Of Age's avarice I cannot see SIR J. DENHAM. Not from grey hairs authority doth flow, Age is froward, uneasy, scrutinous, Authority kept up, old age secures, Old husbandmen I at Sabinum know, Age by degrees invisibly doth creep, SIR J. DENHAM. Old age, with silent pace, comes creeping on, Nauseates the praise which in her youth she won, And hates the muse by which she was undone. DRYDEN. Thus daily changing, by degrees I'd waste, DRYDEN. You season still with sports your serious hours, O'er whom Time gently shakes his wings of For age but tastes of pleasures, youth devours. DRYDEN. This advantage youth from age hath won, As not to be outridden though outrun. DRYDEN. down, Till with his silent sickle they are mown. DRYDEN. Jove, grant me length of life, and years good store Heap on my bended back. DRYDEN. When the hoary head is hid in snow, green. DRYDEN. What, start at this! when sixty years have spread Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? So noiseless would I live, such death to find: Time has made you dote, and vainly tell Time seems not now beneath his years to stoop, And sin's black dye seems blanch'd by age to virtue. DRYDEN. DRYDEN. Thus then my loved Euryalus appears; Of no distemper, of no blast he died, These I wielded while my bloom was warm, DRYDEN. A look so pale no quartane ever gave; These are the effects of doting age, |