Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Sources Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1881 - 864 |
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... LORD 508 BROUGHAM , LORD 543 BACON , FRANCIS BAILEY , PHILIP JAMES . BARBAULD , MRS .. 141 BROWNE , SIR THOMAS 181 569 BROWNE , WILLIAM 156 • 409 BROWNING , ROBERT . 578 BARÈRE , BERTRAND . 428 BROWN , JOHN . 349 BARNFIELD , RICHARD 150 ...
... LORD 508 BROUGHAM , LORD 543 BACON , FRANCIS BAILEY , PHILIP JAMES . BARBAULD , MRS .. 141 BROWNE , SIR THOMAS 181 569 BROWNE , WILLIAM 156 • 409 BROWNING , ROBERT . 578 BARÈRE , BERTRAND . 428 BROWN , JOHN . 349 BARNFIELD , RICHARD 150 ...
Strona xiv
... LORD . OVERBURY , SIR THOMAS . 154 MANNERS , LORD JOHN . 595 OVID 3 , 603 MARCY , WILLIAM L. MARLOWE , CHristopher . MARMION , SHAKERLY 537 OXENSTIERN 160 · • 20 PASCAL 144 , 288 653 MARTIAL MARTIN , HENRI PAINE , ROBERT TREAT PAINE ...
... LORD . OVERBURY , SIR THOMAS . 154 MANNERS , LORD JOHN . 595 OVID 3 , 603 MARCY , WILLIAM L. MARLOWE , CHristopher . MARMION , SHAKERLY 537 OXENSTIERN 160 · • 20 PASCAL 144 , 288 653 MARTIAL MARTIN , HENRI PAINE , ROBERT TREAT PAINE ...
Strona xvi
... LORD SUCKLING , SIR JOHN SWIFT , JONATHAN . . 365 VEGETIUS 658 VIRGIL 9 VOLNEY 506 413 . 166 , 296 • 260 TACITUS 211 , 242 , 524 , 650 , 656 TALFOURD , T. NOON TATE AND BRADY TAYLOR , HENRY TAYLOR , JEREMY . · TEMPLE , SIR WILLIAM ...
... LORD SUCKLING , SIR JOHN SWIFT , JONATHAN . . 365 VEGETIUS 658 VIRGIL 9 VOLNEY 506 413 . 166 , 296 • 260 TACITUS 211 , 242 , 524 , 650 , 656 TALFOURD , T. NOON TATE AND BRADY TAYLOR , HENRY TAYLOR , JEREMY . · TEMPLE , SIR WILLIAM ...
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... Lord . Ibid . Line 379 . Of all the floures in the mede , Than love I most these floures white and rede , Soch that men callen daisies in our toun . The Legend of Good Women . Line 41 . That well by reason men it call may The daisie ...
... Lord . Ibid . Line 379 . Of all the floures in the mede , Than love I most these floures white and rede , Soch that men callen daisies in our toun . The Legend of Good Women . Line 41 . That well by reason men it call may The daisie ...
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... Lord Brooke , Sonnet Ivi . Fer from eze , fer from herte , Quoth Hendyng . Hendyng's Proverbs , MSS . Circa 1320 . Je m'en vay chercher un grand peut - estre . 3 Revenons à nos moutons , a proverb taken from the old French farce of ...
... Lord Brooke , Sonnet Ivi . Fer from eze , fer from herte , Quoth Hendyng . Hendyng's Proverbs , MSS . Circa 1320 . Je m'en vay chercher un grand peut - estre . 3 Revenons à nos moutons , a proverb taken from the old French farce of ...
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Strona 86 - 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.
Strona 79 - Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Strona 507 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Strona 70 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Strona 298 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Strona 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strona 44 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Strona 92 - 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 191 - 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 ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Strona 212 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.