Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern LiteratureLittle, Brown, 1903 - 1158 páginas |
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... sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid ...
... sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid ...
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... sweet sounds , Is fit for treasons , stratagems , and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night , And his affections dark as Erebus . Let no such man be trusted . The Merchant of Venice . Act v . Sc . 1 . How far that little ...
... sweet sounds , Is fit for treasons , stratagems , and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night , And his affections dark as Erebus . Let no such man be trusted . The Merchant of Venice . Act v . Sc . 1 . How far that little ...
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... sweet . Ibid . If music be the food of love , play on ; Give me excess of it , that , surfeiting , The appetite may sicken , and so die . That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O , it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound 2 That ...
... sweet . Ibid . If music be the food of love , play on ; Give me excess of it , that , surfeiting , The appetite may sicken , and so die . That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O , it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound 2 That ...
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... Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth . For courage mounteth with occasion . I would that I were low laid in my grave : I am not worth this coil that ' s made for me . Ibid . Ibid . Ibid . Act i . Sc . 1 . Ibid . Saint George ...
... Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth . For courage mounteth with occasion . I would that I were low laid in my grave : I am not worth this coil that ' s made for me . Ibid . Ibid . Ibid . Act i . Sc . 1 . Ibid . Saint George ...
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... sweet voices . Hear you this Triton of the minnows ? Mark you His absolute " shall " ? Enough , with over - measure . His nature is too noble for the world : Ibid . Sc . 3 . Ibid . Act iii . Sc . 1 . Ibid . He would not flatter Neptune ...
... sweet voices . Hear you this Triton of the minnows ? Mark you His absolute " shall " ? Enough , with over - measure . His nature is too noble for the world : Ibid . Sc . 3 . Ibid . Act iii . Sc . 1 . Ibid . He would not flatter Neptune ...
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Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases and Proverbs Traced ... John Bartlett Visualização integral - 1894 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Amphitryon Anatomy of Melancholy angels BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty better blessed Book breath Cæsar Canto Chap Chaucer Childe Harold's Pilgrimage dead dear death Devil DIOGENES LAERTIUS Don Quixote doth dream Dryden earth Epistle evil Fable fair fear fire flower fool Frag give glory grave hand happy hast hath heart heaven Henry Heywood honour hope Hudibras Ibia Ibid JOHN King Lady light Line live look Lord man's Maxim mind morning Nature ne'er never night numbers o'er peace pleasure Plutarch Pope proverb Publius Syrus RABELAIS Richard III Sect Shakespeare sing sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul speak Speech spirit Stanza stars sweet Tale tears thee Themistocles thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thought tongue translation truth unto viii virtue wind wise woman words youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 322 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 108 - As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 62 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 138 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 115 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Página 155 - 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 465 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Página 112 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit...
Página 75 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Página 572 - Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.