A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets: Based Upon Bohn's Edition Revised, Corrected, and Enlarged : Twelve Hundred Quotations Added from American AuthorsThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1911 - 761 страница |
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... Pope : Eloisa to A. Line 189 Pope : Autumn . Line 27 Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart untravell'd , fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain ...
... Pope : Eloisa to A. Line 189 Pope : Autumn . Line 27 Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart untravell'd , fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain ...
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... Pope : E. on Criticism . Part ii . Line 156 105 AMAZEMENT -see Astonishment , Surprise . In arguing , too , the parson own'd his skill , For e'en though vanquish'd , he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thund'ring ...
... Pope : E. on Criticism . Part ii . Line 156 105 AMAZEMENT -see Astonishment , Surprise . In arguing , too , the parson own'd his skill , For e'en though vanquish'd , he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thund'ring ...
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... Pope : Essay on Man . Epis . ii . Line 199 Oh , sons of earth ! attempt ye still to rise , By mountains pil'd on mountains , to the skies ? Heaven still with laughter the vain toil surveys , And buries madmen in the heaps they raise ...
... Pope : Essay on Man . Epis . ii . Line 199 Oh , sons of earth ! attempt ye still to rise , By mountains pil'd on mountains , to the skies ? Heaven still with laughter the vain toil surveys , And buries madmen in the heaps they raise ...
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... Pope : Essay on Man . Epis . iv . Line 215 . He stands for fame on his forefathers ' feet , By heraldry , proved valiant or discreet ! 138 ANGELS . Young : Love of Fame . Satire i . Line 123 Heaven bless thee ! Thou hast the sweetest ...
... Pope : Essay on Man . Epis . iv . Line 215 . He stands for fame on his forefathers ' feet , By heraldry , proved valiant or discreet ! 138 ANGELS . Young : Love of Fame . Satire i . Line 123 Heaven bless thee ! Thou hast the sweetest ...
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... Pope : Mor . Essays . Epis . iii . Line 15 Pope : Mor . Essays . Epis . iii . Line 1 And soundest casuists doubt , like you and me . 197 Who , too deep for his hearers , still went on refining , And thought of convincing while they ...
... Pope : Mor . Essays . Epis . iii . Line 15 Pope : Mor . Essays . Epis . iii . Line 1 And soundest casuists doubt , like you and me . 197 Who , too deep for his hearers , still went on refining , And thought of convincing while they ...
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Страница 180 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Страница 6 - 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 honors 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.
Страница 339 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Страница 157 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Страница 525 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Страница 110 - 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...
Страница 7 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Страница 440 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Страница 619 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Страница 252 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.