A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c |
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... D Conscience 27 Consideration 28 Conspiracy 29 Constancy , see Fidelity . Contempt 29 Content 30 Corpulence 30 Corruption 31 Courage 31 Court 34 Courtiers Courtship Cowardice Coxcomb Crown Cruelty Curses Custom Danger Death X CONTENTS .
... D Conscience 27 Consideration 28 Conspiracy 29 Constancy , see Fidelity . Contempt 29 Content 30 Corpulence 30 Corruption 31 Courage 31 Court 34 Courtiers Courtship Cowardice Coxcomb Crown Cruelty Curses Custom Danger Death X CONTENTS .
Pàgina 18
My sons - God knows , what hath bechanced them : But this I know , -they have demean'd themselves Like men born to renown , by life , or death . Three times did Richard make a lane to me ; And thrice cried , -Courage , father , fight it ...
My sons - God knows , what hath bechanced them : But this I know , -they have demean'd themselves Like men born to renown , by life , or death . Three times did Richard make a lane to me ; And thrice cried , -Courage , father , fight it ...
Pàgina 20
Here's a large mouth , indeed , That spits forth death , and mountains , rocks , and seas ; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions , As maids of thirteen do of puppy - dogs I'll rant as well as thou . Nay , an thou'lt mouth , What art ...
Here's a large mouth , indeed , That spits forth death , and mountains , rocks , and seas ; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions , As maids of thirteen do of puppy - dogs I'll rant as well as thou . Nay , an thou'lt mouth , What art ...
Pàgina 31
Now Falstaff sweats to death , And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Were ' t not for laughing , I should pity him . CORRUPTION . My business in this state , Made me a looker - on here in Vienna , Where I have seen corruption ...
Now Falstaff sweats to death , And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Were ' t not for laughing , I should pity him . CORRUPTION . My business in this state , Made me a looker - on here in Vienna , Where I have seen corruption ...
Pàgina 39
Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellers to fear . What soldiers , whey - face ? You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard . Art thou afear'd To be the same in thine ...
Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellers to fear . What soldiers , whey - face ? You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard . Art thou afear'd To be the same in thine ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c |
| Autor | British poets |
| Publicat | 1824 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 2 Març 2007 |
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