Stokes' Encyclopedia of Familiar Quotations: Containing Five Thousand Selections from Six Hundred Authors; with a Complete General Index and an Index of Authors |
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Why look'st thou so ? ” — “ With my cross - bow I shot the albatross . "
COLERIDGE , Ancient Mariner , lines 81 , 82 Alcalde.- He whose father is alcalde
, of his trial hath no fear . BRET HARTE , Concepcion de Arguello , iii , st . 15
Alcoholic.
Why look'st thou so ? ” — “ With my cross - bow I shot the albatross . "
COLERIDGE , Ancient Mariner , lines 81 , 82 Alcalde.- He whose father is alcalde
, of his trial hath no fear . BRET HARTE , Concepcion de Arguello , iii , st . 15
Alcoholic.
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... upmost round , He then unto the ladder turns his back , Looks in the clouds ,
scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend . SHAKESPEARE , Julius
Cæsar , ii , i Ambition should be made of sterner stuff . Ibid . , iii , 2 Cromwell , I
charge ...
... upmost round , He then unto the ladder turns his back , Looks in the clouds ,
scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend . SHAKESPEARE , Julius
Cæsar , ii , i Ambition should be made of sterner stuff . Ibid . , iii , 2 Cromwell , I
charge ...
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I am an American , - and wherever I look up and see the stars and stripes
overhead , that is home to me ! HOLMES , Projessor at the Broakjast - Table , iv
The apron - strings of an American mother are made of india - rubber . Her boy
belongs ...
I am an American , - and wherever I look up and see the stars and stripes
overhead , that is home to me ! HOLMES , Projessor at the Broakjast - Table , iv
The apron - strings of an American mother are made of india - rubber . Her boy
belongs ...
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... When I put out to sea . But such a tide as moving seems asleep , Too. 1 Raise
ye no cry , and let no moan Be made when I depart . - Felicia HEMANS , The Cid '
s Deathbed , st . 9 1 The Cardinal rose with a dignified look , He Balm - Bar 17.
... When I put out to sea . But such a tide as moving seems asleep , Too. 1 Raise
ye no cry , and let no moan Be made when I depart . - Felicia HEMANS , The Cid '
s Deathbed , st . 9 1 The Cardinal rose with a dignified look , He Balm - Bar 17.
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1 The Cardinal rose with a dignified look , He called for his candle , his bell , and
his book . R. H. BARHAM , Ingoldsby Legends , The Jackdaw of Rheims Go fetch
me a book ! - go fetch me a bell As big as a dustman's ! and a candle as well !
1 The Cardinal rose with a dignified look , He called for his candle , his bell , and
his book . R. H. BARHAM , Ingoldsby Legends , The Jackdaw of Rheims Go fetch
me a book ! - go fetch me a bell As big as a dustman's ! and a candle as well !
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Palavras e frases frequentes
bear beauty bells better blood breath BROWNING BYRON Canto Childe comes dark dead dear death doth Dream drink DRYDEN earth ELLA WHEELER Wilcox Epistle Essay eyes face fair fall fear feel fire fool give gold grave grows Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven Holmes honour Hood hope John keep King Henry kiss Lady land leave light lines lips live LONGFELLOW look Lord Lost Lowell man's Measure Merchant of Venice Milton mind nature never night o'er once Paradise peace play poor Pope rest round SHAKESPEARE sleep Song soul spirit stand strong sweet tears tell TENNYSON thee There's thing thou thought thousand tongue true truth turn wife wind woman young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 17 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ! Oh ! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave...
Página 334 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Página 307 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion...
Página 189 - While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience, — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Página 140 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Página 325 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,
Página 196 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Página 126 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Página 163 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Página 296 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.