Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - 772 страница |
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... breast , Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ; Lest , growing ruinous , the building fall , And leave no memory of what it was ! Repair me with thy presence , Sylvia ; Thou gentle nymph , cherish thy forlorn swain . SHAKSPEARE ...
... breast , Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ; Lest , growing ruinous , the building fall , And leave no memory of what it was ! Repair me with thy presence , Sylvia ; Thou gentle nymph , cherish thy forlorn swain . SHAKSPEARE ...
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... breast remains . DRYDEN . Were I no queen , did you my beauty weigh , My youth in bloom , your age in its decay . DRYDEN . Now leave these joys , unsuiting to thy age , To a fresh comer , and resign the stage . Just in the gate DRYDEN ...
... breast remains . DRYDEN . Were I no queen , did you my beauty weigh , My youth in bloom , your age in its decay . DRYDEN . Now leave these joys , unsuiting to thy age , To a fresh comer , and resign the stage . Just in the gate DRYDEN ...
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... breast , and with resistless force O'erbears each gentler motion of the mind . DR . JOHNSON : Irene . They ween'd To win the mount of God , and on his throne To set the envier of his state , the proud Aspirer ; but their thoughts proved ...
... breast , and with resistless force O'erbears each gentler motion of the mind . DR . JOHNSON : Irene . They ween'd To win the mount of God , and on his throne To set the envier of his state , the proud Aspirer ; but their thoughts proved ...
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... breast : Nor could he act a purer part Though he had Tully all by heart ; And when he drops the tear on woe , He little knows , or cares to know , That Epictetus blamed that tear , By Heav'n approved , to virtue dear . MOORE . Oh ! who ...
... breast : Nor could he act a purer part Though he had Tully all by heart ; And when he drops the tear on woe , He little knows , or cares to know , That Epictetus blamed that tear , By Heav'n approved , to virtue dear . MOORE . Oh ! who ...
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... breast with all The sage , the patriot , and the hero burn'd . THOMSON . The patient show'd us the wise course to steer , A candid censor and a friend sincere ; He taught us how to live ; and ( oh ! too high The price of knowledge ...
... breast with all The sage , the patriot , and the hero burn'd . THOMSON . The patient show'd us the wise course to steer , A candid censor and a friend sincere ; He taught us how to live ; and ( oh ! too high The price of knowledge ...
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ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds bless 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 muse N. P. WILLIS nature ne'er never night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure POPE pow'r praise pride PRIOR 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 thou thought trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth РОРЕ
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Страница 720 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Страница 29 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Страница 297 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
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