A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poetsauthor, 1881 - 715 Seiten |
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... face ! Thy lisping prattle , and thy mincing gait , All thy false mimic fooleries I hate ; For thou art Folly's counterfeit , and she Who is right foolish hath the better plea : Nature's true idiot I prefer to thee ! There affectation ...
... face ! Thy lisping prattle , and thy mincing gait , All thy false mimic fooleries I hate ; For thou art Folly's counterfeit , and she Who is right foolish hath the better plea : Nature's true idiot I prefer to thee ! There affectation ...
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... face of its superfluous charms ; But adds , for every grace resign'd , A thousand to adorn her mind . Shall our pale , wither'd hands , be still stretch'd out , Trembling , at once , with eagerness and age ? With av'rice , and ...
... face of its superfluous charms ; But adds , for every grace resign'd , A thousand to adorn her mind . Shall our pale , wither'd hands , be still stretch'd out , Trembling , at once , with eagerness and age ? With av'rice , and ...
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... face ; But when he once attains the utmost round , He then unto the ladder turns his back , Looks in the clouds , scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend . Sh . Jul . C. 1. 2 . Sh . Jul . C. II . 1 . 16 AMBITION - continued ...
... face ; But when he once attains the utmost round , He then unto the ladder turns his back , Looks in the clouds , scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend . Sh . Jul . C. 1. 2 . Sh . Jul . C. II . 1 . 16 AMBITION - continued ...
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... face I ever looked on ; For , as I have a soul , she is an angel . Fools rush in where angels fear to tread . ANGER - see Passion , Rage , Temper . Anger's my meat ; I sup upon myself , And so shall starve with feeding . Sh . Hen . VIII ...
... face I ever looked on ; For , as I have a soul , she is an angel . Fools rush in where angels fear to tread . ANGER - see Passion , Rage , Temper . Anger's my meat ; I sup upon myself , And so shall starve with feeding . Sh . Hen . VIII ...
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... face in the severest stamp , And fury shook his fabric like an earthquake . He heaved for vent , and burst like bellowing Etna , In sounds scarce human . There is a fatal Fury in your visage , It blazes fierce , and menaces destruction ...
... face in the severest stamp , And fury shook his fabric like an earthquake . He heaved for vent , and burst like bellowing Etna , In sounds scarce human . There is a fatal Fury in your visage , It blazes fierce , and menaces destruction ...
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Seite 441 - 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 274 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 337 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Seite 421 - 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 deed...
Seite 395 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Seite 524 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die...
Seite 82 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Seite 172 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 580 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Seite 324 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.