Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - 772页 |
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... feel ; but tasting it , Their counsel turns to passion , which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage : Fetter strong madness in a silken thread , Charm ache with air , and agony with words . SHAKSPEARE . Direct not him whose way ...
... feel ; but tasting it , Their counsel turns to passion , which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage : Fetter strong madness in a silken thread , Charm ache with air , and agony with words . SHAKSPEARE . Direct not him whose way ...
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... feel it , or why it is sweet ; How rays are confused , or how particles Through the medium refined of a glanc sigh ? Is there one who but once would not have known it Than written , with Harvey , whole v upon it ? Μου In English lays ...
... feel it , or why it is sweet ; How rays are confused , or how particles Through the medium refined of a glanc sigh ? Is there one who but once would not have known it Than written , with Harvey , whole v upon it ? Μου In English lays ...
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... feel the nicer touch Of Wycherley's or Congreve's wit . PRIOR . PRIOR . PRIOR . Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay . SIR W. RALEIGH : Verses to Spenser . Horace will our superfluous branches prune , Give us new rules , and set ...
... feel the nicer touch Of Wycherley's or Congreve's wit . PRIOR . PRIOR . PRIOR . Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay . SIR W. RALEIGH : Verses to Spenser . Horace will our superfluous branches prune , Give us new rules , and set ...
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... feel praise , or fame's deserved reward . DRYDEN . You exclaim as loud as those that praise , For scraps and coach - hire , a young noble's plays . DRYDEN . Is it for this they study ? to grow pale , And miss the pleasures of a glorious ...
... feel praise , or fame's deserved reward . DRYDEN . You exclaim as loud as those that praise , For scraps and coach - hire , a young noble's plays . DRYDEN . Is it for this they study ? to grow pale , And miss the pleasures of a glorious ...
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... feels the fiery wound , Flutters in blood , and panting beats the gro Po Night shades the groves , and all in silence ... feel the leaden death . POPE . The cheerful birds no longer sing ; Each drops his head , and hangs his wing PR A ...
... feels the fiery wound , Flutters in blood , and panting beats the gro Po Night shades the groves , and all in silence ... feel the leaden death . POPE . The cheerful birds no longer sing ; Each drops his head , and hangs his wing PR A ...
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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
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第393页 - 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.
第433页 - 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.
第380页 - 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.
第97页 - 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.
第720页 - 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.
第29页 - 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.
第297页 - 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.
第380页 - 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...
第105页 - 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.
第546页 - 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.