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... room table , may be carried without inconvenience in the hand or the pocket of
the Pedestrian , or the Railway Traveller , and serve to heighten his enjoyment of
the beauties 01 Nature , PREFACE . by associating with them those of the Mind.
... room table , may be carried without inconvenience in the hand or the pocket of
the Pedestrian , or the Railway Traveller , and serve to heighten his enjoyment of
the beauties 01 Nature , PREFACE . by associating with them those of the Mind.
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PREFACE . by associating with them those of the Mind and the Imagination ; or to
beguile the tedium of an otherwise dull journey , by storing the memory with the
noble and exalted thoughts — truly “ thoughts that breathe , ” embodied in ...
PREFACE . by associating with them those of the Mind and the Imagination ; or to
beguile the tedium of an otherwise dull journey , by storing the memory with the
noble and exalted thoughts — truly “ thoughts that breathe , ” embodied in ...
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... tones and melody , Draws mercy from the warrior , and proclaims A morn of
bright and universal love To those who journey with us through the vale ; It points
to moral greatness — deeds of mind , And the high struggles worthy of a man .
... tones and melody , Draws mercy from the warrior , and proclaims A morn of
bright and universal love To those who journey with us through the vale ; It points
to moral greatness — deeds of mind , And the high struggles worthy of a man .
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Absence , the best expedient they could find , Might save the fortune , if not spare
the mind . Dryden . Though I am forced thus to absent myself From all I love , I
shall contrive some means , Some friendly intervals to visit thee . Southern .
Absence , the best expedient they could find , Might save the fortune , if not spare
the mind . Dryden . Though I am forced thus to absent myself From all I love , I
shall contrive some means , Some friendly intervals to visit thee . Southern .
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ACCUSATION . Thus they in mutual accusation spent The fruitless hours , but
neither self - condemning , And of their vain contest appeared no end . Milton .
That good man who drank the poisonous draught With mind serene , and could
not ...
ACCUSATION . Thus they in mutual accusation spent The fruitless hours , but
neither self - condemning , And of their vain contest appeared no end . Milton .
That good man who drank the poisonous draught With mind serene , and could
not ...
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Cyclopædia of poetical quotations ... Edited by H. G. Adams Henry Gardiner ADAMS Visualização integral - 1865 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
bear beauty birds bless breath bright Butler Byron clouds dark death deep delight doth Dryden earth eternal eyes face fair fall fame fate fear feel flowers fools gentle give glory gold grace grow hand happy hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour human kind king leave light live look Milton mind morn nature never night o'er once pain passion past peace play pleasure poor Pope praise pride reason rest rich rise round seems sense Shakspere shine sleep smile soon soul sound Spenser spirit spring stand strong sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tongue true truth turn virtue voice wind wings wise wish Young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 513 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Página 631 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Página 121 - 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, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off; and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And Wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 501 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Página 120 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 40 - O th' exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Página 368 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Página 80 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 262 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Página 581 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | A cyclopædia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams |
| Autor | Cyclopaedia |
| Editor | Henry Gardiner Adams |
| Editora | Groombridge and Sons, 1853 |
| Original de | Universidade de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 4 Ago 2006 |
| Número de páginas | 733 páginas |
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