Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - 772 oldal |
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50. oldal
... heart . LORD LYTTELTON . For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven- taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire ; Not one immoral , one corrupted thought , One line which , dying , he could wish to blot . LORD LYTTELTON ...
... heart . LORD LYTTELTON . For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven- taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire ; Not one immoral , one corrupted thought , One line which , dying , he could wish to blot . LORD LYTTELTON ...
101. oldal
... heart : One self - approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas ; And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels . POPE . Let joy or ease , let affluence or content , And the ...
... heart : One self - approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas ; And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels . POPE . Let joy or ease , let affluence or content , And the ...
110. oldal
... heart , and restless was his spright . FAIRFAX . Now if ' tis chiefly in the heart That courage doth itself exert , " Twill be prodigious hard to prove That this is eke the throne of love . PRIOR . The thing of courage , As roused with ...
... heart , and restless was his spright . FAIRFAX . Now if ' tis chiefly in the heart That courage doth itself exert , " Twill be prodigious hard to prove That this is eke the throne of love . PRIOR . The thing of courage , As roused with ...
141. oldal
... heart with ev'ry gale , You lose the fruit of all your former care , For the sad prospect of a just despair . ROSCOMMON . My heart and my chill veins freeze with despair . Rowe . Oh , can your counsel his despair defer , Who now is ...
... heart with ev'ry gale , You lose the fruit of all your former care , For the sad prospect of a just despair . ROSCOMMON . My heart and my chill veins freeze with despair . Rowe . Oh , can your counsel his despair defer , Who now is ...
142. oldal
... heart - strings : what should dis- Nothing is here for tears , nothing to wail Known mischiefs have their cure , but doubts On the. View not this spire by measure given To buildings raised by common hands : That fabric rises high as ...
... heart - strings : what should dis- Nothing is here for tears , nothing to wail Known mischiefs have their cure , but doubts On the. View not this spire by measure given To buildings raised by common hands : That fabric rises high as ...
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393. oldal - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
433. oldal - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
380. oldal - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
97. oldal - 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.
720. oldal - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
29. oldal - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
297. oldal - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
380. oldal - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
105. oldal - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
546. oldal - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.