Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - Всего страниц: 772 |
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... sense will pass your door , And crowd to Stella's at fourscore . SWIFT . Age too shines out , and , garrulous , recounts The feats of youth . THOMSON : Seasons . The tree of deepest root is found Least willing still to quit the ground ...
... sense will pass your door , And crowd to Stella's at fourscore . SWIFT . Age too shines out , and , garrulous , recounts The feats of youth . THOMSON : Seasons . The tree of deepest root is found Least willing still to quit the ground ...
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... sense excel , So just , so like tautology , they fell . DRYDEN . Shadwell alone of all my sons is he Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity . DRYDEN . The rest to some faint meaning make pretence , But Shadwell never deviates into sense ...
... sense excel , So just , so like tautology , they fell . DRYDEN . Shadwell alone of all my sons is he Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity . DRYDEN . The rest to some faint meaning make pretence , But Shadwell never deviates into sense ...
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... sense ; Will , like a friend , familiarly convey The truest notions in the easiest way . POPE . There are , who to my person pay their court ; I cough like Horace , and , though lean , am short . Amnon's great son one shoulder had too ...
... sense ; Will , like a friend , familiarly convey The truest notions in the easiest way . POPE . There are , who to my person pay their court ; I cough like Horace , and , though lean , am short . Amnon's great son one shoulder had too ...
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... sense will show my passion DRYD Gentle or sharp , according to thy choice , To laugh at follies , or to lash at vice . ' Tis not indeed my talent to engage In lofty trifles , or to swell my page With wind and noise . DRYD DRYD Yet still ...
... sense will show my passion DRYD Gentle or sharp , according to thy choice , To laugh at follies , or to lash at vice . ' Tis not indeed my talent to engage In lofty trifles , or to swell my page With wind and noise . DRYD DRYD Yet still ...
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... 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 , like Asian ...
... 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 , like Asian ...
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Стр. 393 - 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.
Стр. 433 - 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.
Стр. 380 - 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.
Стр. 97 - 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.
Стр. 720 - 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.
Стр. 29 - 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.
Стр. 297 - 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.
Стр. 380 - 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...
Стр. 105 - 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.
Стр. 546 - 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.