A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c |
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Mercy 169 Merit 170 Messenger 171 Miracles 173 Mirth 173 Mischief 173 Mob 174 Modesty 176 Moonlight 177 Morning 177 Murder 179 Music 183 N. Name 185 News 185 Night 186 Nightingale 188 Novelty 189 Q. PAGE . Oaths 189 Obstinacy Offence ...
Mercy 169 Merit 170 Messenger 171 Miracles 173 Mirth 173 Mischief 173 Mob 174 Modesty 176 Moonlight 177 Morning 177 Murder 179 Music 183 N. Name 185 News 185 Night 186 Nightingale 188 Novelty 189 Q. PAGE . Oaths 189 Obstinacy Offence ...
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Every night he comes With music of all sorts , and songs compos'd To her unworthiness : it nothing steads us , To chide him from our caves ; for he persists , As if his life lay on ' t . Thou hast by moon - light at her window sung ...
Every night he comes With music of all sorts , and songs compos'd To her unworthiness : it nothing steads us , To chide him from our caves ; for he persists , As if his life lay on ' t . Thou hast by moon - light at her window sung ...
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Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow , Being so troublesome a bed fellow ? O polish'd perturbation ! golden care ! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night !
Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow , Being so troublesome a bed fellow ? O polish'd perturbation ! golden care ! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night !
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In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick , cross lightning ? mine enemy's dog , Though he had bit me , should have stood that night Against my fire . That face of his the hungry cannibals Would not have touch'd , would not have ...
In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick , cross lightning ? mine enemy's dog , Though he had bit me , should have stood that night Against my fire . That face of his the hungry cannibals Would not have touch'd , would not have ...
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O sovereign mistress of true melancholy , The poisonous damp of night dispunge upon me ; That life , a very rebel to my will , May hang no longer on me . O sun , thy uprise shall I see no more : Fortune and Antony part here ; even here ...
O sovereign mistress of true melancholy , The poisonous damp of night dispunge upon me ; That life , a very rebel to my will , May hang no longer on me . O sun , thy uprise shall I see no more : Fortune and Antony part here ; even here ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ambition arms bear beauty blood breath Byron's clouds Cowper's Task curse dare dark dead death deeds deep doth dread dream Dryden's earth eyes face fair fall fate fear feel fire fool fortune gentle give grace grave grief hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour human Ibid Italy keep king leave light live look lord Milton's Paradise Lost mind morning nature never night noble o'er once pain passion peace pleasure poor reason round Rowe's slave sleep smile soft sorrow soul speak spirit stand storm strange sweet tears tell thee things Thomson's thou thought thousand tongue true turn virtue wind wise woman wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 52 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep...
Página 7 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Página 53 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Página 238 - Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 10 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 75 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 46 - 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.
Página 133 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 126 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Página 145 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c |
| Autor | British poets |
| Publicação | 1824 |
| Original de | Universidade de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 2 Mar 2007 |
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