A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent and Appropriate Passages in the Old British PoetsSarah Josepha Buell Hale Lippincott, Grambo, 1855 - 576 pàgines |
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Pàgina 13
... Thomson's Alfred . Who has not known ill fortune , never knew Himself , or his own virtue . In this wild world the fondest and the best , Are the most tried , most troubled , and distress'd . Crabbe . That saddening hour when bad men ...
... Thomson's Alfred . Who has not known ill fortune , never knew Himself , or his own virtue . In this wild world the fondest and the best , Are the most tried , most troubled , and distress'd . Crabbe . That saddening hour when bad men ...
Pàgina 16
... human ruins tottering o'er the grave ! Shall we , shall aged men , like aged trees , Thomson's Tancred and Sigismunda . | Strike deeper their vile root , and closer cling , AGRICULTURE - ALARM - AMAZEMENT - AMBITION . Still more.
... human ruins tottering o'er the grave ! Shall we , shall aged men , like aged trees , Thomson's Tancred and Sigismunda . | Strike deeper their vile root , and closer cling , AGRICULTURE - ALARM - AMAZEMENT - AMBITION . Still more.
Pàgina 25
... Thomson's Coriolanus . " T is all in vain , this rage that tears thy bosom ; Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage , Thou beat'st thyself to death . Rowe's Jane Shore . Senseless , and deform'd , Convulsive anger storms at large ...
... Thomson's Coriolanus . " T is all in vain , this rage that tears thy bosom ; Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage , Thou beat'st thyself to death . Rowe's Jane Shore . Senseless , and deform'd , Convulsive anger storms at large ...
Pàgina 29
... Thomson's Agamemnon . Then , bursting broad , the boundless shout to heaven , From many a thousand hearts ecstatic sprung . Thomson's Liberty Then give a general shout , and send scared echo Even to the frighted cars of tyranny . Sir A ...
... Thomson's Agamemnon . Then , bursting broad , the boundless shout to heaven , From many a thousand hearts ecstatic sprung . Thomson's Liberty Then give a general shout , and send scared echo Even to the frighted cars of tyranny . Sir A ...
Pàgina 33
... Thomson's Seasons . But who can paint the lover , as he stood , Pierced by severe amazement , hating life , Speechless and fix'd in all the death of woe ! So , faint resemblance ! on the marble tomb , The well dissembled mourner stands ...
... Thomson's Seasons . But who can paint the lover , as he stood , Pierced by severe amazement , hating life , Speechless and fix'd in all the death of woe ! So , faint resemblance ! on the marble tomb , The well dissembled mourner stands ...
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A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent ... Sarah Josepha Buell Hale Visualització completa - 1852 |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Bailey's Festus beauty blood breast breath bright Butler's Hudibras Byron's Childe Harold charm clouds Coriolanus Cowper's Task dark death Doge of Venice doth dream Dryden's earth Eliza Cook ev'ry eyes fair fame fear feel flowers fools gentle Gentlemen of Verona Giaour glory grave grief Hamlet hand happy hath heart heaven Henry Henry IV Henry VI honour hope hour Joanna Baillie's Julius Cæsar King light live look lord lov'd Macbeth Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream Milton's Paradise Lost mind Miss Landon nature ne'er never O. W. Holmes o'er Othello pain passion peace pleasure Poems Pope's pride Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet Rowe's Scott's Shaks sigh sleep smile soft sorrow soul Spenser's Fairy Queen spirit sweet tears thee thine things Thomson's Seasons thou art tongue truth Venice virtue wind wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 181 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Pàgina 204 - 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.
Pàgina 541 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Pàgina 204 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Pàgina 465 - O may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile; Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.
Pàgina 196 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pàgina 371 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Pàgina 487 - 11 present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine. DUKE. Say it, Othello. OTHELLO. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes That I have pass'd. I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Pàgina 463 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Pàgina 252 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.