An index to familiar quotations selected principally from British authors, with parallel passages from various writers, by J.C. GrocottJohn Cooper Grocott 1863 |
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... King Lear , Act II . Scene 4 . ( The King to his daughter Regan . ) You see me here , -a poor old man , As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! SHAKSPERE . - King Lear , Act II . Scene 4. ( The same . ) He is older than Saturn . LE ...
... King Lear , Act II . Scene 4 . ( The King to his daughter Regan . ) You see me here , -a poor old man , As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! SHAKSPERE . - King Lear , Act II . Scene 4. ( The same . ) He is older than Saturn . LE ...
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... King Richard III . , Act I. Scene 3 . ( Queen Margaret to Gloster . ) The highest and most lofty trees have the most reason to dread the thunder . ROLLIN . - Ancient History , Book VI . Chap . 2 . I have no spur To prick the sides of my ...
... King Richard III . , Act I. Scene 3 . ( Queen Margaret to Gloster . ) The highest and most lofty trees have the most reason to dread the thunder . ROLLIN . - Ancient History , Book VI . Chap . 2 . I have no spur To prick the sides of my ...
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... King Henry IV . Part II . Act IV . SCENE 4. ( The King to Warwick . ) BEGGAR . - A beggar begs that never begged before . SHAKSPERE . King Richard II . Act V. Scene 3 . ( The Duchess to Bolingbroke . ) Moody beggars , starving for a ...
... King Henry IV . Part II . Act IV . SCENE 4. ( The King to Warwick . ) BEGGAR . - A beggar begs that never begged before . SHAKSPERE . King Richard II . Act V. Scene 3 . ( The Duchess to Bolingbroke . ) Moody beggars , starving for a ...
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... King Henry V. Act III . Scene 1 . ( The King and his army before Harfleur . ) BREAD . - Thou shalt by trial know what bitter fare Is others ' bread ; -how hard the path to go Upward and downward by another's stair . DANTE . - Paradiso ...
... King Henry V. Act III . Scene 1 . ( The King and his army before Harfleur . ) BREAD . - Thou shalt by trial know what bitter fare Is others ' bread ; -how hard the path to go Upward and downward by another's stair . DANTE . - Paradiso ...
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John Cooper Grocott. BUILDING - BURKE . 35 BUILDING . - Or what king , going to make war against another king , sitteth not down first , and consulteth whether he be able with ten thousand to meet him that cometh against him with twenty ...
John Cooper Grocott. BUILDING - BURKE . 35 BUILDING . - Or what king , going to make war against another king , sitteth not down first , and consulteth whether he be able with ten thousand to meet him that cometh against him with twenty ...
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An Index to Familiar Quotations Selected Principally from British Authors ... John Cooper Grocott Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Act II bear BEAUMONT beauty better Book Book II breath Cæsar Canto Chap comes dead dear death doth Dream earth eyes face fair fall fear fool fortune give grave Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour John King Lady Lear leave light Line live look Lord Measure MILTON.-Paradise Lost mind morn mother nature ne'er never night o'er once Page play pleasure poor POPE.-Essay Prince Queen reason rise Scene SHAKSPERE SHAKSPERE.-King Henry SHAKSPERE.-King Henry IV SHAKSPERE.-King Richard SHAKSPERE.-Macbeth SHAKSPERE.-Merchant of Venice SHAKSPERE.-Othello SHAKSPERE.-Romeo and Juliet sleep smile Song soul speak Stanza sweet Tale tears tell thee thing thou thought true truth turn Verse VIII virtue wind wise wish woman YOUNG.-Night
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99. oldal - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
426. oldal - So the servants of the householder came and said unto him, Sir, didst not thou sow good seed in thy field ? from whence then hath it tares? He said unto them, An enemy hath done this.
427. oldal - 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 this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect...
283. oldal - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
309. oldal - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
332. oldal - Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well ; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe...
156. oldal - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
249. oldal - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
57. oldal - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
210. oldal - 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.