A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent and Appropriate Passages in the Old British Poets; with Choice and Copious Selections from the Best Modern British and American PoetsJ. B. Lippincott & Company, 1855 - 570 pagini |
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Pagina 30
... fear that makes us arm ; And fear by guilt is bred ; The guiltless nothing dread , Defence not seeking , nor designing harm . Sir W. Davenant . Who is the happy warrior ? who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? -It is the ...
... fear that makes us arm ; And fear by guilt is bred ; The guiltless nothing dread , Defence not seeking , nor designing harm . Sir W. Davenant . Who is the happy warrior ? who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? -It is the ...
Pagina 31
... fear . Our battle is more full of names than yours , Our men more perfect in the use of arms , Our armour all as strong , our cause the best ; Then reason wills , our hearts should be as good . Shaks . Henry IV . All in a moment through ...
... fear . Our battle is more full of names than yours , Our men more perfect in the use of arms , Our armour all as strong , our cause the best ; Then reason wills , our hearts should be as good . Shaks . Henry IV . All in a moment through ...
Pagina 36
... fear of death to die , Is to be poor for fear of poverty . Denham . What less than fool is man to prog and plot , And lavish out the cream of all his care , To gain poor seeming goods which , being got , Make firm possession but a ...
... fear of death to die , Is to be poor for fear of poverty . Denham . What less than fool is man to prog and plot , And lavish out the cream of all his care , To gain poor seeming goods which , being got , Make firm possession but a ...
Pagina 37
... fear , And dies collecting lumber in the rear ! Moore . The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er , The copious use of claret is forbid too , So for a good old - gentlemanly vice , I think I must take up with avarice . Byron's Don Juan ...
... fear , And dies collecting lumber in the rear ! Moore . The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er , The copious use of claret is forbid too , So for a good old - gentlemanly vice , I think I must take up with avarice . Byron's Don Juan ...
Pagina 60
... fear the adder's sting , will not come Near his hissing . Chapman's Widow's Tears . None pities him that's in the snare , And warn'd before , would not beware . Herrick . ' The wound of peace is surety , Surety secure ; but modest doubt ...
... fear the adder's sting , will not come Near his hissing . Chapman's Widow's Tears . None pities him that's in the snare , And warn'd before , would not beware . Herrick . ' The wound of peace is surety , Surety secure ; but modest doubt ...
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Bailey's Festus beauty blood breast breath bright Butler's Hudibras Byron's Childe Harold charm clouds Coriolanus Cowper's Task dark death Doge of Venice doth dream Dryden's earth Eliza Cook ev'ry eyes fair fame fear feel flowers fools gentle Gentlemen of Verona Giaour glory grave grief Hamlet hand happy hath heart heaven Henry Henry IV Henry VI honour hope hour Jane Shore Joanna Baillie's Julius Cæsar King light live look lord lov'd Macbeth Merchant of Venice Milton's Paradise Lost mind Miss Landon nature ne'er never O. W. Holmes o'er Othello pain passion peace Pindar pleasure Poems Pope's pride Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet Rowe's Scott's Shaks sigh sleep smile soft sorrow soul Spenser's Fairy Queen spirit sweet tears thee thine things Thomson's Seasons thou art tongue truth Venice virtue wind wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
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Pagina 179 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Pagina 204 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Pagina 154 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 524 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Pagina 204 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Pagina 453 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Pagina 102 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Pagina 16 - 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 208 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pagina 483 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.