Dictionary of Contemporary Quotations (English)S. Sonnenschein & Company, limited, 1904 - 608 страница |
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... dead avail J. R. LOWELL , For an Autograph , st . 5.- The chance success , the blundering praise of fame ? Oh ! rather trust , somewhere the noble aim Is crowned , though here it fail . HENRY LUSHINGTON , To the Memory of Pietro d ...
... dead avail J. R. LOWELL , For an Autograph , st . 5.- The chance success , the blundering praise of fame ? Oh ! rather trust , somewhere the noble aim Is crowned , though here it fail . HENRY LUSHINGTON , To the Memory of Pietro d ...
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... Dead Pan , st . 37 . Tis looking downward that makes one dizzy . ROBERT BROWNING , Dramatic Lyrics : Old Pictures in Florence , Lift up thine eyes to seek the invisible : Stir up thy heart to choose the still unseen . st . 10 ...
... Dead Pan , st . 37 . Tis looking downward that makes one dizzy . ROBERT BROWNING , Dramatic Lyrics : Old Pictures in Florence , Lift up thine eyes to seek the invisible : Stir up thy heart to choose the still unseen . st . 10 ...
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... dead autumn landscape , drear and chill , Strikes the same chord of desolate sadness still . st . I. SIR LEWIS MORRIS , Songs of Britain : In Autumn , ll . 3-4 . . . fair with golden sheaves , Rich with the darkened autumn - leaves ...
... dead autumn landscape , drear and chill , Strikes the same chord of desolate sadness still . st . I. SIR LEWIS MORRIS , Songs of Britain : In Autumn , ll . 3-4 . . . fair with golden sheaves , Rich with the darkened autumn - leaves ...
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... TENNYSON , Far - Far - Away , ll . 3-4 When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly , And the old year is dead . ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON , A Dream of Fair Women , st . 62 . BENEFACTOR - BEST They bring me sorrow touched with joy.
... TENNYSON , Far - Far - Away , ll . 3-4 When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly , And the old year is dead . ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON , A Dream of Fair Women , st . 62 . BENEFACTOR - BEST They bring me sorrow touched with joy.
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... dead bird stuffed with wool . st . 15 . GEORGE MACDONALD , The Early Bird , st . 1 . A bird knows nothing of gladness , Is only a song - machine . GEORGE MACDONALD , A Book of Dreams , Pt . II . , 2 , st . 5 . " These birds have joyful ...
... dead bird stuffed with wool . st . 15 . GEORGE MACDONALD , The Early Bird , st . 1 . A bird knows nothing of gladness , Is only a song - machine . GEORGE MACDONALD , A Book of Dreams , Pt . II . , 2 , st . 5 . " These birds have joyful ...
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A. C. SWINBURNE A. H. CLOUGH ALFRED AUSTIN ALFRED COCHRANE Aurora Leigh beauty C. G. LELAND C. S. CALVERLEY CHARLES KINGSLEY Country Muse D. G. ROSSETTI Death Dramatic and Lyrical Dramatic Lyrics earth Earthly Paradise ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EUGENE FIELD eyes FREDERICK TENNYSON GEORGE BARLOW GEORGE ELIOT GEORGE MACDONALD H. W. LONGFELLOW hath heart HEATHER BIGG heaven Idylls Isles of Greece J. G. WHITTIER J. R. LOWELL JOHN DAVIDSON King Lays and Legends Leaves of Grass live LORD DE TABLEY LORD TENNYSON Love's Lover's Litanies MATTHEW ARNOLD Memoriam MICHAEL FIELD MORTIMER COLLINS night NORMAN GALE o'er Poems Dramatic Queen Mary Rhymes Ring ROBERT BRIDGES ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT BUCHANAN SIR EDWIN ARNOLD SIR LEWIS MORRIS SMITH Sonnets sorrow soul STEPHEN PHILLIPS sweet thee things thou truth W. C. BRYANT W. E. HENLEY WALTER WILLIAM MORRIS WILLIAM WATSON wind
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