Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes : Authors, 550 ; Subjects, 435 ; Quotations, 13,600, Том 1873J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1896 - 772 страница |
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... praise the precept is , be thine the deed . POPE . Where's the man who counsel can bestow , Unbiass'd or by favour or by spite ; Not dully prepossess'd , nor blindly right ? POPE . Fear not the anger of the wise to raise ; Those best ...
... praise the precept is , be thine the deed . POPE . Where's the man who counsel can bestow , Unbiass'd or by favour or by spite ; Not dully prepossess'd , nor blindly right ? POPE . Fear not the anger of the wise to raise ; Those best ...
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... 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 , Still quitting ground by unperceived decay , And steal myself from life , and melt away . DRYDEN ...
... 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 , Still quitting ground by unperceived decay , And steal myself from life , and melt away . DRYDEN ...
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... praise : He moved the mind , but had not pow'r to raise . DRYDEN . When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin , As thou whose Eth'ridge dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oil and waters flow : His always floats above ...
... praise : He moved the mind , but had not pow'r to raise . DRYDEN . When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin , As thou whose Eth'ridge dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oil and waters flow : His always floats above ...
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... praise , Forgive , lamented shade , these duteous lays . Lee had thy fire , and Congreve had toy wit ; And copyists , here and there , some likeness hit ; But none possess'd thy graces and thy ease , For thee alone ' twas natural to ...
... praise , Forgive , lamented shade , these duteous lays . Lee had thy fire , and Congreve had toy wit ; And copyists , here and there , some likeness hit ; But none possess'd thy graces and thy ease , For thee alone ' twas natural to ...
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... praise the easy vigour of a line Milton's strong pinion now no heaven can Silence , ye. No longer now that golden age appears , When patriarch - wits survived a thousand years ; Now length of fame , our second life , is lost , And bare ...
... praise the easy vigour of a line Milton's strong pinion now no heaven can Silence , ye. No longer now that golden age appears , When patriarch - wits survived a thousand years ; Now length of fame , our second life , is lost , And bare ...
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ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds BLACKMORE bless bliss 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 Lord MILTON mind morning muse N. P. WILLIS nature ne'er never 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 trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth
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Страница 395 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
Страница 435 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Страница 572 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Страница 382 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Страница 429 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Страница 159 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Страница 274 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
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 299 - 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.
Страница 382 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...