A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c |
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Pàgina xii
Expectation 68 Experience 69 Extravagance 69 Eyes 69 Fairies 70 Falsehood 71 Fame 72 Fancy 73 Fate 73 Favour 73 Fear 74 Fidelity 75 Flattery SO Fool 81 Forgetfulness Forgiveness 83 83 Formality $ 3 Fortune 84 Fortune - teller $ 5 ...
Expectation 68 Experience 69 Extravagance 69 Eyes 69 Fairies 70 Falsehood 71 Fame 72 Fancy 73 Fate 73 Favour 73 Fear 74 Fidelity 75 Flattery SO Fool 81 Forgetfulness Forgiveness 83 83 Formality $ 3 Fortune 84 Fortune - teller $ 5 ...
Pàgina 8
I know thee not , old man fall to thy prayers : How ill white hairs become a fool and jester ! Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears , Than settled age his sables , and his weeds , Importing health ...
I know thee not , old man fall to thy prayers : How ill white hairs become a fool and jester ! Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears , Than settled age his sables , and his weeds , Importing health ...
Pàgina 35
... meek bears , You fools of fortune , trencher friends , time's flies , Cap and knee slaves , vapours , and minute jacks . Others there are , Who , trimm'd in forms and visages of duty , Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves ...
... meek bears , You fools of fortune , trencher friends , time's flies , Cap and knee slaves , vapours , and minute jacks . Others there are , Who , trimm'd in forms and visages of duty , Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves ...
Pàgina 38
If she do frown ' tis not in hate of you , But rather to beget more love in you : If she do chide , tis not to have you gone ; For why , the fools are mad if left alone . Take no repulse , whatever she doth say ; For , get you gone ...
If she do frown ' tis not in hate of you , But rather to beget more love in you : If she do chide , tis not to have you gone ; For why , the fools are mad if left alone . Take no repulse , whatever she doth say ; For , get you gone ...
Pàgina 40
I know him a notorious liar , Think him a great way fool , solely a coward ; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him , That they take place , when virtue's steely bones Look bleak in the cold wind : withal ...
I know him a notorious liar , Think him a great way fool , solely a coward ; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him , That they take place , when virtue's steely bones Look bleak in the cold wind : withal ...
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.