Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - 772 頁 |
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... sound , And worlds applaud that must not yet be found ! POPE . I would applaud thee to the very echo , That should applaud again . SHAKSPEARE . ARCHITECTURE . Our fathers next , in architecture skill'd , Cities for use , and forts for ...
... sound , And worlds applaud that must not yet be found ! POPE . I would applaud thee to the very echo , That should applaud again . SHAKSPEARE . ARCHITECTURE . Our fathers next , in architecture skill'd , Cities for use , and forts for ...
第 42 頁
... sound , Nor jars interpose , sacred friendship to grieve . BEN JONSON . His tongue Dropp'd manna , and could make the worse ap- pear The better reason , to perplex and dash Maturest counsels . MILTON . PR We sometimes wrangle , when we ...
... sound , Nor jars interpose , sacred friendship to grieve . BEN JONSON . His tongue Dropp'd manna , and could make the worse ap- pear The better reason , to perplex and dash Maturest counsels . MILTON . PR We sometimes wrangle , when we ...
第 47 頁
... sound and ease with weight combine In the pure silver of Pope's ringing line ; Or where the pulse of man beats loud and strong In the frank flow of Dryden's lusty song . BULWER : New Timon . When Bishop Berkeley said , " There was no ...
... sound and ease with weight combine In the pure silver of Pope's ringing line ; Or where the pulse of man beats loud and strong In the frank flow of Dryden's lusty song . BULWER : New Timon . When Bishop Berkeley said , " There was no ...
第 58 頁
... Sound judgment is the ground of writing well . ROSCOMMON . Who did ever , in French authors , see The comprehensive English energy ? ROSCOMMON . Worthy of great Phoebus rote , The triumphs of Phlegrean Jove he wrote , That all the gods ...
... Sound judgment is the ground of writing well . ROSCOMMON . Who did ever , in French authors , see The comprehensive English energy ? ROSCOMMON . Worthy of great Phoebus rote , The triumphs of Phlegrean Jove he wrote , That all the gods ...
第 70 頁
... sound . WALLER . This royal fair Shall , when the blossom of her beauty's blown , See her great brother on the British throne . WALLER . War brings ruin where it should amend ; But beauty , with a bloodless conquest , finds A welcome ...
... sound . WALLER . This royal fair Shall , when the blossom of her beauty's blown , See her great brother on the British throne . WALLER . War brings ruin where it should amend ; But beauty , with a bloodless conquest , finds A welcome ...
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第 393 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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.