Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Sources Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1881 - 864 |
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Strona 32
... lost , Why , then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue , that possession would not show us , Whiles it was ours . Ibid . Th ' idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination . Ibid . Into the eye and prospect ...
... lost , Why , then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue , that possession would not show us , Whiles it was ours . Ibid . Th ' idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination . Ibid . Into the eye and prospect ...
Strona 34
... LOST . Or , having sworn too hard - a - keeping oath , Study to break it , and not break my troth . Act i . Sc . 1 . Light , seeking light , doth light of light beguile . Ibid . Small have continual plodders ever won , Save base ...
... LOST . Or , having sworn too hard - a - keeping oath , Study to break it , and not break my troth . Act i . Sc . 1 . Light , seeking light , doth light of light beguile . Ibid . Small have continual plodders ever won , Save base ...
Strona 35
... Lost continued . ] Delivers in such apt and gracious words , That aged ears play truant at his tales , And younger hearings are quite ravished , So sweet and voluble is his discourse . Act ii . Sc . I. By my penny of observation . Act ...
... Lost continued . ] Delivers in such apt and gracious words , That aged ears play truant at his tales , And younger hearings are quite ravished , So sweet and voluble is his discourse . Act ii . Sc . I. By my penny of observation . Act ...
Strona 36
... Lost continued . As sweet , and musical , As bright Apollo's lute , strung with his hair ; And when Love speaks , the voice of all the gods Makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony . Act iv . Sc . 3 . He draweth out the thread of his ...
... Lost continued . As sweet , and musical , As bright Apollo's lute , strung with his hair ; And when Love speaks , the voice of all the gods Makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony . Act iv . Sc . 3 . He draweth out the thread of his ...
Strona 40
... lost one shaft , I shot his fellow of the self - same flight The self - same way , with more advised watch , To find the other forth ; and by adventuring both , I oft found both . Act i . Sc . I. They are as sick , that surfeit with too ...
... lost one shaft , I shot his fellow of the self - same flight The self - same way , with more advised watch , To find the other forth ; and by adventuring both , I oft found both . Act i . Sc . I. They are as sick , that surfeit with too ...
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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.
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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...
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