A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets: Based Upon Bohn's Edition Revised, Corrected, and Enlarged : Twelve Hundred Quotations Added from American AuthorsThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1911 - 761 páginas |
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... heart cool with mortifying groans . Why should a man whose blood is warm within , Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? 616 Shaks .: M. of Venice . Act i . Sc 1 A ...
... heart cool with mortifying groans . Why should a man whose blood is warm within , Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? 616 Shaks .: M. of Venice . Act i . Sc 1 A ...
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... heart's dark holes each lurking vice , As sharp as weasels hunting eggs or mice . 767 CONSIDERATION . Peter Pindar : The Lousiad . Canto ii . What you have said , I will consider ; what you have to say , I will with patience hear : and ...
... heart's dark holes each lurking vice , As sharp as weasels hunting eggs or mice . 767 CONSIDERATION . Peter Pindar : The Lousiad . Canto ii . What you have said , I will consider ; what you have to say , I will with patience hear : and ...
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... heart . 814 " With every pleasing , every prudent part , Say , What can Chloe want ? " She speaks , behaves , and acts just as she ought ; But never , never reach'd one generous thought . 815 Pope : Moral Essays . Epis . ii . Line 159 ...
... heart . 814 " With every pleasing , every prudent part , Say , What can Chloe want ? " She speaks , behaves , and acts just as she ought ; But never , never reach'd one generous thought . 815 Pope : Moral Essays . Epis . ii . Line 159 ...
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... heart , to range the sylvan scene ; No splendid poverty , no smiling care , No well - bred hate , or servile grandeur there . 836 Young : Love of Fame . Satire i . Line 235 How various his employments , whom the world Calls idle , and ...
... heart , to range the sylvan scene ; No splendid poverty , no smiling care , No well - bred hate , or servile grandeur there . 836 Young : Love of Fame . Satire i . Line 235 How various his employments , whom the world Calls idle , and ...
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... heart for any fate ; Still achieving , still pursuing , Learn to labor and to wait . 857 Longfellow : A Psalm of Life . St. 9 Oh fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know erelong , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and ...
... heart for any fate ; Still achieving , still pursuing , Learn to labor and to wait . 857 Longfellow : A Psalm of Life . St. 9 Oh fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know erelong , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and ...
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A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets Henry George Bohn,Anna Lydia Ward Visualização integral - 1911 |
A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets Henry George Bohn Visualização integral - 1888 |
A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets Henry George Bohn Visualização integral - 1888 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
beauty breath Butler Byron Cæsar Canto Churchill clouds Cowper dark death Don Juan doth Dream Dryden earth Epis eyes Fables fair fear Festus flowers fool George Eliot give glory gold Goldsmith grace grave grief Hamlet Harold hath heart heaven Henry Vaughan Henry VI Henry VIII honor hope hour Hudibras Jean Ingelow Joanna Baillie King Lear kiss light Line live Longfellow Lost Love of Fame Love's Macbeth Milton mind Moral Essays nature ne'er never Night Thoughts o'er Othello peace Pope Proverbial Phil R. H. Stoddard Richard Richard III Robert Browning Satire Seasons Shaks shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit stars sweet T. B. Aldrich tears Tennyson thee thine things Thomson thou art tongue truth Venice virtue Whittier William Cullen Bryant wind wise words Young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 180 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 6 - 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 honors 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.
Página 339 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 157 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 525 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 110 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Página 7 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 440 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Página 619 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Página 252 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st 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.