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A Collection of Familiar Quotations: With Complete Indices of Authors and ...
Podgląd niedostępny - 1958
ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL angels beauty bless Book viii breath bright Caesar Canto Chapter child Continued Corinthians dark dead dear death Devil divine doth dream Dunciad earth Ecclesiastes Epistle Epitaph Essay eyes fair faith Farewell fear fools GIAOUR give grave Hamlet hand happy hast hath heart heaven honor hope Hudibras John JOHN DRYDEN JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Julius Caesar KING HENRY light Line live look Lord Macbeth Matthew MATTHEW PRIOR mind Moral morning mourned NATHANIEL LEE nature ne'er never Night numbers o'er Othello Paradise Paradise Lost pleasure poor praise Prologue Proverbs Psalm Richard Romans Samuel Satire shining sigh sleep smile soft Song Sophonisba sorrow soul spirit Stanza Star-spangled Banner sweet tale tears thee things THOMAS thou thought to-morrow tongue truth unto virtue wind wise woman words
Strona 229 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Strona 87 - And often did beguile her of her tears When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Strona 206 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Strona 51 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Strona 233 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days. And their glad animal movements, all gone by) To me was all in all: I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood. Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Strona 75 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Strona 67 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Strona 81 - 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,— No more ; — and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream ; — ay, there 's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...
Strona 240 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.