A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c |
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Pàgina 9
Tis a common proof , That lowliness is young ambition's ladder , Whereto the climber - upward turns his face : But when he once attains the upmost round , He then unto the ladder turns his back , Looks in the clouds , scorning the base ...
Tis a common proof , That lowliness is young ambition's ladder , Whereto the climber - upward turns his face : But when he once attains the upmost round , He then unto the ladder turns his back , Looks in the clouds , scorning the base ...
Pàgina 14
All the unsettled humours of the land , - Rash , inconsiderate , fiery voluntaries , With ladies ' faces , and fierce dragons ' spleens , - Have sold their fortunes at their native homes , Bearing their birthrights proudly on their ...
All the unsettled humours of the land , - Rash , inconsiderate , fiery voluntaries , With ladies ' faces , and fierce dragons ' spleens , - Have sold their fortunes at their native homes , Bearing their birthrights proudly on their ...
Pàgina 21
A mad - cap ruffian , and a swearing jack , That thinks with oaths to face the matter out . I know them , yea , And what they weigh , even to the utmost scruple : Scambling , out - facing , fashion - mong'ring boys , That lie , and cog ...
A mad - cap ruffian , and a swearing jack , That thinks with oaths to face the matter out . I know them , yea , And what they weigh , even to the utmost scruple : Scambling , out - facing , fashion - mong'ring boys , That lie , and cog ...
Pàgina 24
Almost at fainting , under The pleasing punishment that women bear . CHILDHOOD . At first , the infant , Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms . The whining school boy , with his satchel , And shining morning face , creeping like snail ...
Almost at fainting , under The pleasing punishment that women bear . CHILDHOOD . At first , the infant , Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms . The whining school boy , with his satchel , And shining morning face , creeping like snail ...
Pàgina 25
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ; These eyes , these brows , were moulded out of his : This little abstract doth contain that large , Which dy'd in Geffrey : and the hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume .
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ; These eyes , these brows , were moulded out of his : This little abstract doth contain that large , Which dy'd in Geffrey : and the hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume .
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.