Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and Phrases In Common Use: Chiefly from English AuthorsJohn Bartlett Little, Brown and Company, 1865 - 480 страница |
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... virtues , they on thee . Heaven doth with us as we with torches do , Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us , ' t were all alike As if we had them not . Spirits are not finely touched , But to fine ...
... virtues , they on thee . Heaven doth with us as we with torches do , Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us , ' t were all alike As if we had them not . Spirits are not finely touched , But to fine ...
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... Virtue is bold , and goodness never fearful . Take , O take those lips away , That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn ; But my kisses bring again , bring again , Act iii . Sc ...
... Virtue is bold , and goodness never fearful . Take , O take those lips away , That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn ; But my kisses bring again , bring again , Act iii . Sc ...
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... wring under the load of sorrow ; But no man's virtue , nor sufficiency , To be so moral , when he shall endure The like himself . Act v . Sc . 1 . For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the 38 SHAKSPEARE .
... wring under the load of sorrow ; But no man's virtue , nor sufficiency , To be so moral , when he shall endure The like himself . Act v . Sc . 1 . For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the 38 SHAKSPEARE .
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... virtue in If . Good wine needs no bush . Act v . Sc . 4 . Epilogue . TAMING OF THE SHREW . As Stephen Sly , and old John Naps of Greece , And Peter Turf , and Henry Pimpernell ; And twenty more such names and men as these , Which never ...
... virtue in If . Good wine needs no bush . Act v . Sc . 4 . Epilogue . TAMING OF THE SHREW . As Stephen Sly , and old John Naps of Greece , And Peter Turf , and Henry Pimpernell ; And twenty more such names and men as these , Which never ...
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... virtues We write in water . Act iv . Sc . 2 . He was a scholar , and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise , fair spoken and persuading : Lofty , and sour , to them that loved him not ; But , to those men that sought him , sweet as sum ...
... virtues We write in water . Act iv . Sc . 2 . He was a scholar , and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise , fair spoken and persuading : Lofty , and sour , to them that loved him not ; But , to those men that sought him , sweet as sum ...
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Страница 105 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Страница 243 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Страница 352 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Страница 147 - Satan except, none higher sat, with grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air...
Страница 249 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Страница 96 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Страница 101 - gainst that season comes Wherein our saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Страница 78 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Страница 287 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Страница 373 - And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.