A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets, 第 1 卷T. Y. Crowell & Company, 1883 - 761页 |
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... gold ; Swift trouts , diversified with crimson stains , And pikes , the tyrants of the watery plains . 155 Give me mine angle ; we'll to the river there , My music playing far off , I will betray Tawny - finned fishes ; my bended hooks ...
... gold ; Swift trouts , diversified with crimson stains , And pikes , the tyrants of the watery plains . 155 Give me mine angle ; we'll to the river there , My music playing far off , I will betray Tawny - finned fishes ; my bended hooks ...
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... gold And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks ; Arm it in rags , a pigmy's straw doth pierce it . 166 Shaks .: King Lear . Act iv . Sc . 6 . Our purses shall be proud , our garments poor , For ' tis the mind that makes the body ...
... gold And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks ; Arm it in rags , a pigmy's straw doth pierce it . 166 Shaks .: King Lear . Act iv . Sc . 6 . Our purses shall be proud , our garments poor , For ' tis the mind that makes the body ...
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... gold , When August round her precious gifts is flinging ; Lo ! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled : The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing . 228 AURORA BOREALIS . Ruskin : The Months . The amber midnight smiles in dreams ...
... gold , When August round her precious gifts is flinging ; Lo ! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled : The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing . 228 AURORA BOREALIS . Ruskin : The Months . The amber midnight smiles in dreams ...
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... gold ; Then counts the rounds and ovals in the halls , The festoons , friezes , and the astragals : Tired with his tedious pomp , away I run , And skip o'er twenty pages to be gone . 247 Dryden : Art of Poetry . Canto i . Line 49 . I ...
... gold ; Then counts the rounds and ovals in the halls , The festoons , friezes , and the astragals : Tired with his tedious pomp , away I run , And skip o'er twenty pages to be gone . 247 Dryden : Art of Poetry . Canto i . Line 49 . I ...
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... gold . 268 Hood : Written in a vol . of Shakespeare . The melancholy days are come , the saddest of the year , Of wailing winds , and naked woods , and meadows brown and sear . 269 William Cullen Bryant : Death of the Flowers Glorious ...
... gold . 268 Hood : Written in a vol . of Shakespeare . The melancholy days are come , the saddest of the year , Of wailing winds , and naked woods , and meadows brown and sear . 269 William Cullen Bryant : Death of the Flowers Glorious ...
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