A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c |
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Pagina 1
Eight score eight hours ? and lovers ' absent hours , More tedious than the dial eight score times ? weary reckoning ! O thou that dost inhabit in my breast , Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ; Lest , growing ruinous ...
Eight score eight hours ? and lovers ' absent hours , More tedious than the dial eight score times ? weary reckoning ! O thou that dost inhabit in my breast , Leave not the mansion so long tenantless ; Lest , growing ruinous ...
Pagina 15
... gum down - roping from their pale dead eyes ; And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chaw'd grass , still and motionless ; And their executors , the knavish crows , Fly o'er them all , impatient for their hour .
... gum down - roping from their pale dead eyes ; And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chaw'd grass , still and motionless ; And their executors , the knavish crows , Fly o'er them all , impatient for their hour .
Pagina 17
1 In single opposition , hand to hand , He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower : Three times they breath'd , and three times did they drink , Upon agreement , of swift Severn's food .
1 In single opposition , hand to hand , He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower : Three times they breath'd , and three times did they drink , Upon agreement , of swift Severn's food .
Pagina 25
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit , Which , mellow'd by the stealing hours of time , Will well become the seat of majesty , And make , no doubt , us happy by his reign . Hath he set bounds between their love and me ?
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit , Which , mellow'd by the stealing hours of time , Will well become the seat of majesty , And make , no doubt , us happy by his reign . Hath he set bounds between their love and me ?
Pagina 44
Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calender ! May never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode ! But darkness and the gloomy shade of death Environ you ; till mischief , and despair , Drive ...
Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calender ! May never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode ! But darkness and the gloomy shade of death Environ you ; till mischief , and despair , Drive ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
ambition arms bear beauty blood breath Byron's clouds Cowper's Task curse dark dead death deeds deep doth dread dream Dryden's earth eyes face fair fall fate fear feel fire fool fortune gentle give grace grave grief hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour human Ibid Italy Joanna Baillie's king leave less light live look lord Milton's Paradise Lost mind morning nature never noble o'er once pain passion peace pleasure poor reason rest round Rowe's seems slave sleep smile soft soon sorrow soul speak spirit stand sweet tears tell thee thine things Thomson's thou thousand thro tongue true turn virtue wind wise wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 52 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep...
Pagina 7 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Pagina 53 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Pagina 238 - Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Pagina 10 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 75 - 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 porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Pagina 46 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pagina 133 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Pagina 126 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Pagina 145 - 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.
Informații bibliografice
| Titlu | A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c |
| Autor | British poets |
| Publicată | 1824 |
| Exemplar original de la | Universitatea Oxford |
| Scanată la | 2 Mar 2007 |
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