A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American PoetsT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1911 - 761 |
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... gold ; Swift trouts , diversified with crimson stains , And pikes , the tyrants of the watery plains . 155 Pope : Windsor Forest . Line 141 . Give me mine angle ; we'll to the river there , My music playing far off , I will betray Tawny ...
... gold ; Swift trouts , diversified with crimson stains , And pikes , the tyrants of the watery plains . 155 Pope : Windsor Forest . Line 141 . Give me mine angle ; we'll to the river there , My music playing far off , I will betray Tawny ...
Strona 18
... gold And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks ; Arm it in rags , a pigmy's straw doth pierce it . 166 Shaks .: King Lear . Act iv . Sc . 6- Our purses shall be proud , our garments poor , For ' tis the mind that makes the body ...
... gold And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks ; Arm it in rags , a pigmy's straw doth pierce it . 166 Shaks .: King Lear . Act iv . Sc . 6- Our purses shall be proud , our garments poor , For ' tis the mind that makes the body ...
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... gold , When August round her precious gifts is flinging ; Lo ! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled : The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing . 228 AURORA BOREALIS . Ruskin The Months . The amber midnight smiles in dreams of ...
... gold , When August round her precious gifts is flinging ; Lo ! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled : The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing . 228 AURORA BOREALIS . Ruskin The Months . The amber midnight smiles in dreams of ...
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... gold ; Then counts the rounds and ovals in the halls , The festoons , friezes , and the astragals : Tired with his tedious pomp , away I run , And skip o'er twenty pages to be gone . 247 Dryden : Art of Poetry . Canto i . Line 49 . I ...
... gold ; Then counts the rounds and ovals in the halls , The festoons , friezes , and the astragals : Tired with his tedious pomp , away I run , And skip o'er twenty pages to be gone . 247 Dryden : Art of Poetry . Canto i . Line 49 . I ...
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... gold . 268 Hood : Written in a vol . of Shakespeare . - The melancholy days are come , the saddest of the year , Of wailing winds , and naked woods , and meadows brown and sear . 269 William Cullen Bryant : Death of the Flowers Glorious ...
... gold . 268 Hood : Written in a vol . of Shakespeare . - The melancholy days are come , the saddest of the year , Of wailing winds , and naked woods , and meadows brown and sear . 269 William Cullen Bryant : Death of the Flowers Glorious ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 287 - 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.
Strona 135 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she...
Strona 48 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Strona 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.
Strona 526 - 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 433 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.