A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets: Based Upon Bohn's Edition Revised, Corrected, and Enlarged : Twelve Hundred Quotations Added from American AuthorsThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1911 - 761 pagini |
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... Night Thoughts . Night ii . Line 91 . What ! keep a week away ! Seven days and nights ? Eight score eight hours ? and lovers ' absent hours , More tedious than the dial eight score times ? O weary reckoning ! 4 Shaks .: Othello . Act ...
... Night Thoughts . Night ii . Line 91 . What ! keep a week away ! Seven days and nights ? Eight score eight hours ? and lovers ' absent hours , More tedious than the dial eight score times ? O weary reckoning ! 4 Shaks .: Othello . Act ...
Pagina 5
... 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 . 43 ADMONITION Byron : Ch . Harold . Canto ...
... 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 . 43 ADMONITION Byron : Ch . Harold . Canto ...
Pagina 9
... night to stars , woe lustre gives to man . 77 Young : Night Thoughts . Night v . Line 511 . Young : Night Thoughts . Night ix . Line 406 . He went like one that hath been stunn'd , And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He ...
... night to stars , woe lustre gives to man . 77 Young : Night Thoughts . Night v . Line 511 . Young : Night Thoughts . Night ix . Line 406 . He went like one that hath been stunn'd , And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He ...
Pagina 11
... Night Thoughts . Night v Line 661 We see time's furrows on another's brow How few themselves in that just mirror see ! 97 Young : Night Thoughts . Night v . Line 627 . O , sir ! I must not tell my age . They say women and music should ...
... Night Thoughts . Night v Line 661 We see time's furrows on another's brow How few themselves in that just mirror see ! 97 Young : Night Thoughts . Night v . Line 627 . O , sir ! I must not tell my age . They say women and music should ...
Pagina 23
... Night Thoughts . Night iii . Line 215 . ASTRONOMERS . These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights , That give a name to every fixed star , Have no more profit of their shining nights , Than those that walk , and wot not what they are ...
... Night Thoughts . Night iii . Line 215 . ASTRONOMERS . These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights , That give a name to every fixed star , Have no more profit of their shining nights , Than those that walk , and wot not what they are ...
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A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets Henry George Bohn,Anna Lydia Ward Vizualizare completă - 1911 |
A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets Henry George Bohn Vizualizare completă - 1888 |
A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets Henry George Bohn Vizualizare completă - 1888 |
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beauty breath Butler Byron Cæsar Canto Churchill clouds Cowper dark death Don Juan doth Dream Dryden earth Epis eyes Fables fair fear Festus flowers fool George Eliot give glory gold Goldsmith grace grave grief Hamlet Harold hath heart heaven Henry Vaughan Henry VI Henry VIII honor hope hour Hudibras Jean Ingelow Joanna Baillie King Lear kiss light Line live Longfellow Lost Love of Fame Love's Macbeth Milton mind Moral Essays nature ne'er never Night Thoughts o'er Othello peace Pope Proverbial Phil R. H. Stoddard Richard Richard III Robert Browning Satire Seasons Shaks shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit stars sweet T. B. Aldrich tears Tennyson thee thine things Thomson thou art tongue truth Venice virtue Whittier William Cullen Bryant wind wise words Young
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Pagina 180 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Pagina 6 - 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 honors 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.
Pagina 339 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Pagina 157 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pagina 525 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Pagina 110 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Pagina 7 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pagina 440 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Pagina 619 - 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...
Pagina 252 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.