FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS1919 |
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Pàgina viii
... thousand copies were printed , apart from the English reprints . The present enlargement of text equals three hundred and fifty pages of the previous edition , and the index is increased with upwards of ten thousand lines . CAMBRIDGE ...
... thousand copies were printed , apart from the English reprints . The present enlargement of text equals three hundred and fifty pages of the previous edition , and the index is increased with upwards of ten thousand lines . CAMBRIDGE ...
Pàgina 41
... thousand fragrant posies . Infinite riches in a little room . Ibid . The Jew of Malta . Act i Excess of wealth is ... thousand ships , And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen , make me immortal with a kiss ! Her lips suck ...
... thousand fragrant posies . Infinite riches in a little room . Ibid . The Jew of Malta . Act i Excess of wealth is ... thousand ships , And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen , make me immortal with a kiss ! Her lips suck ...
Pàgina 42
... thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground . What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? 1 , thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind . Like one Who having into ...
... thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground . What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? 1 , thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind . Like one Who having into ...
Pàgina 52
... thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face , a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes . Ibid . For it so falls out That what we have we 52 SHAKESPEARE .
... thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face , a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes . Ibid . For it so falls out That what we have we 52 SHAKESPEARE .
Pàgina 96
... thousand fearful wrecks , Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon , Wedges of gold , great anchors , heaps of peari , Inestimable stones , unvalued jewels , All scattered in the bottom of the sea : Some lay in dead men's skulls and in ...
... thousand fearful wrecks , Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon , Wedges of gold , great anchors , heaps of peari , Inestimable stones , unvalued jewels , All scattered in the bottom of the sea : Some lay in dead men's skulls and in ...
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Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced ... John Bartlett,Nathan Haskell Dole Visualització completa - 1914 |
Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced ... John Bartlett,Nathan Haskell Dole Visualització completa - 1914 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Anatomy of Melancholy angels BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty better blessed Book breath Cæsar Canto Chap Chaucer Childe Harold's Pilgrimage dark dead dear death Devil DIOGENES LAERTIUS divine Don Quixote doth dream Dryden earth Epistle eternal eyes fair fear flower fool Frag give glory grave hand happy hath heart heaven HENRY Heywood honour hope Hudibras Ibia Ibid Ibid Ibid JOHN King Lady land light Line live look Lord lost man's Maxim mind morning Nature ne'er never night numbers o'er Omar Khayyám pleasure PLUTARCH poet POPE proverb PUBLIUS SYRUS rose Sect Shakespeare silent sing sleep smile Song Sonnet sorrow soul Speech Stanza stars sweet tale tears thee Themistocles There's thine things THOMAS THOMAS HEYWOOD thought true truth virtue WILLIAM wind wise woman words young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 110 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Pàgina 676 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Pàgina 79 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pàgina 467 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Pàgina 137 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Pàgina 233 - Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was...
Pàgina 157 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Pàgina 131 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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 251 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Pàgina 523 - OFT in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken!