Dictionary of Contemporary Quotations (English)S. Sonnenschein & Company, limited, 1904 - 608 страница |
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... hath Beer . The heart which grief hath canker'd Hath one unfailing remedy -- the tankard . C. S. CALVERLEY , Beer , st . 2 . He that would shine , and petrify his tutor , Should drink draught Allsopp in its " native pewter . " C. S. ...
... hath Beer . The heart which grief hath canker'd Hath one unfailing remedy -- the tankard . C. S. CALVERLEY , Beer , st . 2 . He that would shine , and petrify his tutor , Should drink draught Allsopp in its " native pewter . " C. S. ...
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... hath made our greatest manhoods weak . ALEXANDER SMITH , A Life - Drama , sc . 4 . For beauty is still beauty , though it slay , And love is love , although it love to death . ARTHUR SYMONS , The Dance of the Daughter of Herodias , ll ...
... hath made our greatest manhoods weak . ALEXANDER SMITH , A Life - Drama , sc . 4 . For beauty is still beauty , though it slay , And love is love , although it love to death . ARTHUR SYMONS , The Dance of the Daughter of Herodias , ll ...
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... hath some faëry charm , Futile and frail , and fugitive . ANON . , Songs of Lucilla : Gwynn's Story , l . 9 . " " Carillon ( Delft ) , st . 3 . Sad little bells , whose sounds come hoarse With use of centuries of years , Like heart ...
... hath some faëry charm , Futile and frail , and fugitive . ANON . , Songs of Lucilla : Gwynn's Story , l . 9 . " " Carillon ( Delft ) , st . 3 . Sad little bells , whose sounds come hoarse With use of centuries of years , Like heart ...
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... hath ceased ; The shrewmouse eyes me shudderingly , then flees ; and , worse than that , The house - dog he flees His friends he loved . Cats - I believe he after me - why was I born a cat ? C. S. CALVERLEY , Sad Memories , st . 2 . His ...
... hath ceased ; The shrewmouse eyes me shudderingly , then flees ; and , worse than that , The house - dog he flees His friends he loved . Cats - I believe he after me - why was I born a cat ? C. S. CALVERLEY , Sad Memories , st . 2 . His ...
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... hath been The stillness of the central sea . ( Arthur ) . ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON , In Memoriam , CXXIII . , st . 1 . Not in vain the distance beacons . Forward , forward let us range , Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing ...
... hath been The stillness of the central sea . ( Arthur ) . ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON , In Memoriam , CXXIII . , st . 1 . Not in vain the distance beacons . Forward , forward let us range , Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing ...
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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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