Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Elegant Extracts on Every Subject, Том 1Lindsay & Blakiston, 1847 - 506 страница |
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... dream ; I cannot spare the luxury of believing That all things beautiful are what they seem . 22. ' Tis not the fairest form that holds FITZ - GREEN HALLECK . The mildest , purest soul within ; ' Tis not the richest plant that folds The ...
... dream ; I cannot spare the luxury of believing That all things beautiful are what they seem . 22. ' Tis not the fairest form that holds FITZ - GREEN HALLECK . The mildest , purest soul within ; ' Tis not the richest plant that folds The ...
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... dream , The craz'd creation of misguided whim . 4 . The high embower'd roof , With antique pillars , massy proof , And storied windows richly dight , Casting a dim religious light . 1 . BURNS . MILTON . ARGUMENT - SOPHISTRY . But this ...
... dream , The craz'd creation of misguided whim . 4 . The high embower'd roof , With antique pillars , massy proof , And storied windows richly dight , Casting a dim religious light . 1 . BURNS . MILTON . ARGUMENT - SOPHISTRY . But this ...
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... dream itself to youth , And youth forget such hours were past on earth , — So springs th ' exulting bosom to that mirth . BYRON'S Lara . 8. The music , and the banquet , and the wine , — The garlands , the rose - odours , and the ...
... dream itself to youth , And youth forget such hours were past on earth , — So springs th ' exulting bosom to that mirth . BYRON'S Lara . 8. The music , and the banquet , and the wine , — The garlands , the rose - odours , and the ...
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... All that the body perpetrates of bad , All that we read , hear , dream , of man's distresses , All that the devil would do , if run stark mad- Was here let loose . BYRON'S Don Juan . 23. I own my natural weakness : I have not.
... All that the body perpetrates of bad , All that we read , hear , dream , of man's distresses , All that the devil would do , if run stark mad- Was here let loose . BYRON'S Don Juan . 23. I own my natural weakness : I have not.
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... , whose ardent soul indignant swells , Warm'd by the fight , or cheer'd through high debate . MRS . NORTON's Dream . BREVITY . ( See CONVERSATION . ) - BRIBERY . ( See AVARICE . ) ― BRUTE . ( See ANIMAL . ) BUILDING . (
... , whose ardent soul indignant swells , Warm'd by the fight , or cheer'd through high debate . MRS . NORTON's Dream . BREVITY . ( See CONVERSATION . ) - BRIBERY . ( See AVARICE . ) ― BRUTE . ( See ANIMAL . ) BUILDING . (
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A. B. WELBY AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES SPRAGUE charm cheek clouds COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE MOORE'S Lalla Rookh N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Страница 153 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Страница 479 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Страница 472 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Страница 337 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Страница 342 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Страница 322 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.
Страница 210 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Страница 93 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Страница 195 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Страница 409 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.