A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c1824 |
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... Busiris , a . 1 . When anger rushes , unrestrain'd to action , Like a hot steed , it stumbles in its way . The man of thought strikes deepest , and strikes safely . Savage's Sir Thomas Overbury . My indignation like th ' imprisoned fire ...
... Busiris , a . 1 . When anger rushes , unrestrain'd to action , Like a hot steed , it stumbles in its way . The man of thought strikes deepest , and strikes safely . Savage's Sir Thomas Overbury . My indignation like th ' imprisoned fire ...
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... Busiris . To make the cunning artless , tame the rude , Subdue the haughty , shake th ' undaunted soul ; Yea , put a bridle in the lion's mouth , And lead him forth as a domestic cur , These are the triumphs of all - powerful beauty ...
... Busiris . To make the cunning artless , tame the rude , Subdue the haughty , shake th ' undaunted soul ; Yea , put a bridle in the lion's mouth , And lead him forth as a domestic cur , These are the triumphs of all - powerful beauty ...
第 30 頁
... , Have caught it as it flew , and mark'd it deep With something great ; extremes of good or ill . Young's Busiris , a . 1 . BLINDNESS . Oh happiness of blindness ! Now no beauty 30 BIRDS BIRTH - DAY . 30 Birth-day 30 Courtship.
... , Have caught it as it flew , and mark'd it deep With something great ; extremes of good or ill . Young's Busiris , a . 1 . BLINDNESS . Oh happiness of blindness ! Now no beauty 30 BIRDS BIRTH - DAY . 30 Birth-day 30 Courtship.
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... Busiris , a . 5 . The death of those distinguish'd by their station , But by their virtue more , awakes the mind To solemn dread , and strikes a saddening awe . Not that we grieve for them , but for ourselves , Left to the toil of life ...
... Busiris , a . 5 . The death of those distinguish'd by their station , But by their virtue more , awakes the mind To solemn dread , and strikes a saddening awe . Not that we grieve for them , but for ourselves , Left to the toil of life ...
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... Busiris , a . 4 . All judging heav'n Was there no bolt , no punishment above ? — No none is equal to despairing love : Hell loudly owns it , and the damn'd themselves Smile to behold a wretch more curs'd than they . Havard's Scanderbeg ...
... Busiris , a . 4 . All judging heav'n Was there no bolt , no punishment above ? — No none is equal to despairing love : Hell loudly owns it , and the damn'd themselves Smile to behold a wretch more curs'd than they . Havard's Scanderbeg ...
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常見字詞
ambition art thou bear beauty blood bosom breath Busiris Cæsar cheek clouds Coriolanus Cowper's Task crown curse dare dead death deeds Doge of Venice dost doth dread dream Dryden's Duke of Guise earth Ev'n eyes fair Fair Penitent fear fool fortune friends gentle give grace grave grief Gustavus Vasa hand Hannah More's happy hate hath Havard's head heart heaven hell honour hour Ibid Jane Shore Joanna Baillie's king Lady Jane Grey live look lord Maturin's Bertram mercy Milton's Paradise Lost mind nature ne'er never noble o'er Otway's pale Paradise Regained passion peace Philotas pity poor Rowe's Sardanapalus Scanderbeg scorn shew sigh slave sleep smile soft sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamerlane tears tell thee thine things Thomson's Seasons-Spring thou art thou hast thousand thro tongue Venice Preserved virtue weep wind words wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
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第 52 頁 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep...
第 7 頁 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
第 53 頁 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
第 238 頁 - Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
第 10 頁 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
第 75 頁 - 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.
第 46 頁 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
第 133 頁 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
第 126 頁 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
第 145 頁 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.