Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - 772 oldal |
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33. oldal
... reason'd down , or lost In high ambition . POPE . ADDISON . Where ambition of place goes before fitness Of birth , contempt and disgrace follow . GEORGE CHAPMAN . Blinded greatness , ever in turmoil , Still seeking happy life , makes ...
... reason'd down , or lost In high ambition . POPE . ADDISON . Where ambition of place goes before fitness Of birth , contempt and disgrace follow . GEORGE CHAPMAN . Blinded greatness , ever in turmoil , Still seeking happy life , makes ...
42. oldal
... reason and conclude by precedent , And own stale nonsense which they ne'er in Po Can syllogism set things right ? No , majors soon with minors fight ; Or , both in friendly consort join'd , The consequence limps false behind . BUTLER ...
... reason and conclude by precedent , And own stale nonsense which they ne'er in Po Can syllogism set things right ? No , majors soon with minors fight ; Or , both in friendly consort join'd , The consequence limps false behind . BUTLER ...
53. oldal
... reason far his transports rove ; And Boileau for eight hundred pieces Makes Louis take the wall of Jove . POPE . PRIOR . The youngster , who at nine and three Drinks with his sisters milk and tea , From breakfast reads , till twelve o ...
... reason far his transports rove ; And Boileau for eight hundred pieces Makes Louis take the wall of Jove . POPE . PRIOR . The youngster , who at nine and three Drinks with his sisters milk and tea , From breakfast reads , till twelve o ...
57. oldal
... reason men of sense abhor ; But fool ' gainst fool is barb'rous civil war . Why on all authors then should critics fall ? Since some have writ , and shown no wit at all . POPE . I sought no homage from the race that write ; I kept ...
... reason men of sense abhor ; But fool ' gainst fool is barb'rous civil war . Why on all authors then should critics fall ? Since some have writ , and shown no wit at all . POPE . I sought no homage from the race that write ; I kept ...
95. oldal
... reason did improve . DRYDEN . Begin , auspicious boy , to cast about Thy infant eyes , and with a smile thy mother single out . DRYDEN . In their tender nonage , while they spread Their springing leaves , and lift their infant head ...
... reason did improve . DRYDEN . Begin , auspicious boy , to cast about Thy infant eyes , and with a smile thy mother single out . DRYDEN . In their tender nonage , while they spread Their springing leaves , and lift their infant head ...
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ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds bless breast breath bright BYRON charms Childe Harold clouds coursers COWLEY COWPER dark death delight DENHAM doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flowers fools gentle give glory golden grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras ISAAC WATTS JOANNA BAILLIE king light live look MILTON mind morning muse N. P. WILLIS nature ne'er never night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure POPE pow'r praise pride PRIOR ROSCOMMON round shade SHAKSPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars stream sweet SWIFT tears thee thine things THOMSON thou thought trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth РОРЕ
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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.