A Dictionary of Quotations from the English PoetsG. Bell [& sons], 1895 - 715 страница |
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... o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee , still thee , till thought grew pain , And memory , like a drop that , night and day , Falls cold and ceaseless , wore my heart away ! ABSTINENCE . Moore , Lalla Rookh . Yet abstinence in things we ...
... o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee , still thee , till thought grew pain , And memory , like a drop that , night and day , Falls cold and ceaseless , wore my heart away ! ABSTINENCE . Moore , Lalla Rookh . Yet abstinence in things we ...
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... o'er the waters blue ; The night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native land - good night . ADMONITION ...
... o'er the waters blue ; The night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native land - good night . ADMONITION ...
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... o'er an enemy oppressed , and heap Affliction on the afflicted , is the mask And the mean triumph of a dastard soul . Are the most tried , most troubled , and distress'd . In this wild world the fondest and the best , I have not quailed ...
... o'er an enemy oppressed , and heap Affliction on the afflicted , is the mask And the mean triumph of a dastard soul . Are the most tried , most troubled , and distress'd . In this wild world the fondest and the best , I have not quailed ...
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... o'er , In seeming to augment it , wastes it ? Anger is like A full - hot horse ; who being allow'd his way , Self - mettle tires him . Sh . Tam . S. 2 . Sh . H. VIII . 1. 1 . Sh . H. VIII . 1. 2 . What sudden anger ' s this ? how have I ...
... o'er , In seeming to augment it , wastes it ? Anger is like A full - hot horse ; who being allow'd his way , Self - mettle tires him . Sh . Tam . S. 2 . Sh . H. VIII . 1. 1 . Sh . H. VIII . 1. 2 . What sudden anger ' s this ? how have I ...
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... O'er some new - open'd grave , and ( strange to tell . ) Evanishes at crowing of the cock . APOLOGY . Forgive me , Valentine : if hearty sorrow Be a sufficient ransom for offence , I tender it here ; I do as truly suffer As e'er I did ...
... O'er some new - open'd grave , and ( strange to tell . ) Evanishes at crowing of the cock . APOLOGY . Forgive me , Valentine : if hearty sorrow Be a sufficient ransom for offence , I tender it here ; I do as truly suffer As e'er I did ...
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Страница 337 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Страница 441 - 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 456 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Страница 361 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast...
Страница 421 - 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...
Страница 526 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die...
Страница 188 - 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 honours 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 421 - 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 424 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Страница 673 - 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...