Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - 772 Seiten |
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... praise the precept is , be thine the deed . POPE . Where's the man who counsel can bestow , Unbiass'd or by favour or by spite ; Not dully prepossess'd , nor blindly right ? РОРЕ . Fear not the anger of the wise to raise ; Those best ...
... praise the precept is , be thine the deed . POPE . Where's the man who counsel can bestow , Unbiass'd or by favour or by spite ; Not dully prepossess'd , nor blindly right ? РОРЕ . Fear not the anger of the wise to raise ; Those best ...
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... praise : He moved the mind , but had not pow'r to raise . DRYDEN . When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin , As thou whose Eth'ridge dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oil and waters flow : His always floats above ...
... praise : He moved the mind , but had not pow'r to raise . DRYDEN . When did his muse from Fletcher scenes purloin , As thou whose Eth'ridge dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oil and waters flow : His always floats above ...
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... praise , Forgive , lamented shade , these duteous lays . Lee had thy fire , and Congreve had thy wit ; And copyists , here and there , some likeness hit ; But none possess'd thy graces and thy ease , For thee alone ' twas natural to ...
... praise , Forgive , lamented shade , these duteous lays . Lee had thy fire , and Congreve had thy wit ; And copyists , here and there , some likeness hit ; But none possess'd thy graces and thy ease , For thee alone ' twas natural to ...
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... praise and panegyric . PRIOR . PRIOR . Writing is but just like dice , And lucky mains make people wise ; That jumbled words , if fortune throw ' em , Shall well as Dryden form a poem . If to be sad is to be wise , I do most heartily ...
... praise and panegyric . PRIOR . PRIOR . Writing is but just like dice , And lucky mains make people wise ; That jumbled words , if fortune throw ' em , Shall well as Dryden form a poem . If to be sad is to be wise , I do most heartily ...
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... praise it for his own dear sake , And hint he writ it , if the thing should take . ADDISON . Much thou hast said which I know when And where thou stol'st from other men ; Whereby ' tis plain thy light and gifts Are all but plagiary ...
... praise it for his own dear sake , And hint he writ it , if the thing should take . ADDISON . Much thou hast said which I know when And where thou stol'st from other men ; Whereby ' tis plain thy light and gifts Are all but plagiary ...
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ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds bless breast breath bright BYRON charms Childe Harold clouds coursers COWLEY COWPER dark death delight DENHAM doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flowers fools gentle give glory golden grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras ISAAC WATTS JOANNA BAILLIE king light live look MILTON mind morning muse N. P. WILLIS nature ne'er never night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure POPE pow'r praise pride PRIOR ROSCOMMON round shade SHAKSPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars stream sweet SWIFT tears thee thine things THOMSON thou thought trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth РОРЕ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 393 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
Seite 433 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Seite 380 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Seite 97 - 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.
Seite 720 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Seite 29 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Seite 297 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Seite 380 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Seite 105 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Seite 546 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.