Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Elegant Extracts on Every Subject, 1. kötetLindsay & Blakiston, 1847 - 506 oldal |
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18. oldal
... poor , degraded stage , Holds its warp'd mirror to a gaping age ; There , where to raise the Drama's moral tone , Fool Harlequin usurps Apollo's throne . SPRAGUE'S Curiosity . 8. Where one base scene shall turn more souls to shame ...
... poor , degraded stage , Holds its warp'd mirror to a gaping age ; There , where to raise the Drama's moral tone , Fool Harlequin usurps Apollo's throne . SPRAGUE'S Curiosity . 8. Where one base scene shall turn more souls to shame ...
36. oldal
... poor of purse . POPE . POPE'S Moral Essays . 11. How poor are all hereditary honours , Those poor possessions from another's deeds , Unless our own just virtues form our title , And give a sanction to our fond assumptions ! 12. Boast ...
... poor of purse . POPE . POPE'S Moral Essays . 11. How poor are all hereditary honours , Those poor possessions from another's deeds , Unless our own just virtues form our title , And give a sanction to our fond assumptions ! 12. Boast ...
65. oldal
... poor men's hearts That live about him ; never has commerce With any , but to ruin them . 3. Of Age's avarice I cannot see What colour , ground , or reason there can be ; Is it not folly , when the way we ride Is short , for a long ...
... poor men's hearts That live about him ; never has commerce With any , but to ruin them . 3. Of Age's avarice I cannot see What colour , ground , or reason there can be ; Is it not folly , when the way we ride Is short , for a long ...
66. oldal
... poor . 6. The lust of gold , unfeeling and remorseless- The last corruption of degenerate man . Dryden . DR . JOHNSON's Irene . 7. ' Tis strange the miser should his care employ To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy . POPE'S Moral ...
... poor . 6. The lust of gold , unfeeling and remorseless- The last corruption of degenerate man . Dryden . DR . JOHNSON's Irene . 7. ' Tis strange the miser should his care employ To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy . POPE'S Moral ...
67. oldal
... poor thirst . BALL - DANCING , & c . MRS . S. J. HALE . 1. Come and trip it as you you go 2 . On the light fantastic toe . Methought it was the sound Of riot and ill - managed merriment , Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe Stirs ...
... poor thirst . BALL - DANCING , & c . MRS . S. J. HALE . 1. Come and trip it as you you go 2 . On the light fantastic toe . Methought it was the sound Of riot and ill - managed merriment , Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe Stirs ...
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AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX charm cheek clouds Comus COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. G. PERCIVAL J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE MOORE'S Lalla Rookh N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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153. oldal - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
477. oldal - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
141. oldal - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
470. oldal - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
386. oldal - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
340. oldal - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
320. oldal - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.
210. oldal - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
455. oldal - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
93. oldal - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n 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...