Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - Всего страниц: 772 |
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... human face divine . Though sight be lost , MILTON . Life yet hath many solaces , enjoy'd , Where other senses want not their delights , At home , in leisure and domestic ease , Exempt from many a care and chance , to which Eyesight ...
... human face divine . Though sight be lost , MILTON . Life yet hath many solaces , enjoy'd , Where other senses want not their delights , At home , in leisure and domestic ease , Exempt from many a care and chance , to which Eyesight ...
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... human kind Though what he learns he speaks . P Blest with a taste exact , yet unconfined ; A knowledge both of books and human F Still with esteem no less conversed than With wit well - natured , and with books we I To all their dated ...
... human kind Though what he learns he speaks . P Blest with a taste exact , yet unconfined ; A knowledge both of books and human F Still with esteem no less conversed than With wit well - natured , and with books we I To all their dated ...
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... human ; to forgive , divine . P Then criticism the muse's handmaid pro To dress her charms and make her more b F Great wits sometimes may gloriously offe And rise to faults true critics dare not m F A perfect judge will read each work ...
... human ; to forgive , divine . P Then criticism the muse's handmaid pro To dress her charms and make her more b F Great wits sometimes may gloriously offe And rise to faults true critics dare not m F A perfect judge will read each work ...
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... human understanding cannot show : This makes us tremble . POMFRET : Prospect of Death . Hope humbly , then ; with trembling pinions soar ; Wait the great teacher , death ; and God adore : What future bliss , he gives not thee to know ...
... human understanding cannot show : This makes us tremble . POMFRET : Prospect of Death . Hope humbly , then ; with trembling pinions soar ; Wait the great teacher , death ; and God adore : What future bliss , he gives not thee to know ...
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... human form , The shape of him who suffer'd in the storm . DRYDEN . I thus conclude my theme , The dominating humour makes me dream . DRYDEN . This dream all - powerful Juno sends ; I bear Her mighty mandates , and her words you hear ...
... human form , The shape of him who suffer'd in the storm . DRYDEN . I thus conclude my theme , The dominating humour makes me dream . DRYDEN . This dream all - powerful Juno sends ; I bear Her mighty mandates , and her words you hear ...
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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.