A cyclopædia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams1853 - 733 páginas |
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... fame In keen iambics , but mild anagram . Donne . Dryden . But with still more disordered march advance , Nor march it seemed , but wild fantastic dance , The uncouth anagram's distorted train Shifting in double mazes o'er the plain ...
... fame In keen iambics , but mild anagram . Donne . Dryden . But with still more disordered march advance , Nor march it seemed , but wild fantastic dance , The uncouth anagram's distorted train Shifting in double mazes o'er the plain ...
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... fame in heaven , Seek not the praise of men . My fancy formed thee of angelic kind , Some emanation of the all - beauteous mind . Milton . Pope . Are ye for ever to your skies departed ? Oh ! will ye visit this dim world no more ? Ye ...
... fame in heaven , Seek not the praise of men . My fancy formed thee of angelic kind , Some emanation of the all - beauteous mind . Milton . Pope . Are ye for ever to your skies departed ? Oh ! will ye visit this dim world no more ? Ye ...
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... fame , The master painters and the carvers came . Blest with each grace of nature and of art . * * Even copious Dryden wanted , or forgot , The last and greatest art , the art to blot . Dryden . Pope . Tir'd at first sight , with what ...
... fame , The master painters and the carvers came . Blest with each grace of nature and of art . * * Even copious Dryden wanted , or forgot , The last and greatest art , the art to blot . Dryden . Pope . Tir'd at first sight , with what ...
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... fame , Enter by times with more than martial fire The generous cause , aspire and still aspire ; Upheld by warnings , heeded not too late , Stifle the contradictions of their fate , And to one purpose cleave , their being's God - like ...
... fame , Enter by times with more than martial fire The generous cause , aspire and still aspire ; Upheld by warnings , heeded not too late , Stifle the contradictions of their fate , And to one purpose cleave , their being's God - like ...
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... fame , Ignobly to the trains and to the smiles Of these fair atheists . Atheist , use thine eyes , And having viewed the order of the skies , Dryden . Milton . Think , if thou canst , that matter blindly hurled Without a guide , should ...
... fame , Ignobly to the trains and to the smiles Of these fair atheists . Atheist , use thine eyes , And having viewed the order of the skies , Dryden . Milton . Think , if thou canst , that matter blindly hurled Without a guide , should ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Aaron Hill Anon Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson birds bless blest blush breath bright brow Butler Byron Charles Mackay charms cheek clouds Cowper crown dark death deeds delight Denham divine doth dream Dryden earth Ebenezer Elliott Eliza Cook eternal eyes fair fame fate fear feel flowers fools gentle give glory gold grace grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour Joanna Baillie Jonson king light live look man's Massinger Milton mind N. P. Willis nature nature's ne'er never night noble nought numbers o'er P. J. Bailey pain passion pleasure Pollok Pope praise pride proud rich Roscommon scorn Shakspere shine sigh sleep smile sorrow soul Spenser spirit sweet Swift tears thee thine things Thomson thou art thought tongue truth unto virtue voice wind wings wise words Wordsworth 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.