A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poetsprivate distribution, 1867 - 715 pagini |
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Pagina 1
... hours ? and lover's absent hours , More tedious than the dial eight score times ? O weary reckoning ! It so falls out , That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it ; but , being lacked and lost , Why then we rack the ...
... hours ? and lover's absent hours , More tedious than the dial eight score times ? O weary reckoning ! It so falls out , That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it ; but , being lacked and lost , Why then we rack the ...
Pagina 2
... hour that tears my soul from thee . Wives in their husband's absences grow subtler , And daughters sometimes run off with the butler . Byron , Bride of Ab . Byron , Don Juan , III . 22 . O tell him I have sat these three long hours ...
... hour that tears my soul from thee . Wives in their husband's absences grow subtler , And daughters sometimes run off with the butler . Byron , Bride of Ab . Byron , Don Juan , III . 22 . O tell him I have sat these three long hours ...
Pagina 5
... hour , and what arise When lovers part - expressive looks , and eyes Tender and tearful - many a fond adieu , And many a call the sorrow to renew . Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night - winds sigh ...
... hour , and what arise When lovers part - expressive looks , and eyes Tender and tearful - many a fond adieu , And many a call the sorrow to renew . Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night - winds sigh ...
Pagina 10
... hour that tears my soul from thee . Each was the other's mirror , and but read Joy sparkling in their dark eyes , like a gem ; And knew each brightness was but the reflection Of their unchanging glances of affection . AFFLICTION - see ...
... hour that tears my soul from thee . Each was the other's mirror , and but read Joy sparkling in their dark eyes , like a gem ; And knew each brightness was but the reflection Of their unchanging glances of affection . AFFLICTION - see ...
Pagina 13
... hour ! Broome . Young , N. T. IV . Young , N. T. v . What folly can be ranker ? Like our shadows , Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines . We see time's furrows on another's brow , How few themselves in that just mirror , see ! O ...
... hour ! Broome . Young , N. T. IV . Young , N. T. v . What folly can be ranker ? Like our shadows , Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines . We see time's furrows on another's brow , How few themselves in that just mirror , see ! O ...
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Pagina 452 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Pagina 395 - I'll read, his for his love,' XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green ; Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy : Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Pagina 337 - Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Pagina 269 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Pagina 188 - 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.
Pagina 164 - This England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, if England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 121 - 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 129 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Pagina 270 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Pagina 494 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.