A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets, 第 1 卷T. Y. Crowell & Company, 1883 - 761页 |
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... look ! Amazement on thy mother sits ; O step between her and her fighting soul : Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works . 107 Shaks .: Hamlet . Act iii . Sc . 4 . They spake not a word ; But , like dumb statues , or breathing stones ...
... look ! Amazement on thy mother sits ; O step between her and her fighting soul : Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works . 107 Shaks .: Hamlet . Act iii . Sc . 4 . They spake not a word ; But , like dumb statues , or breathing stones ...
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... look down on the hate of those below . 130 Byron : Ch . Harold . Canto iii . St. 45 . To th ' expanded and aspiring soul , To be but still the thing it long has been , Is misery , e'en though enthron'd it were Under the cope of high ...
... look down on the hate of those below . 130 Byron : Ch . Harold . Canto iii . St. 45 . To th ' expanded and aspiring soul , To be but still the thing it long has been , Is misery , e'en though enthron'd it were Under the cope of high ...
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... Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! 235 St. 52 Longfellow : Voices of the Night . Prelude Gay : Fables . Elephant and Bookseller . No author ever spared a brother ; Wits are gamecocks to one another . 236 In every work regard ...
... Look , then , into thine heart , and write ! 235 St. 52 Longfellow : Voices of the Night . Prelude Gay : Fables . Elephant and Bookseller . No author ever spared a brother ; Wits are gamecocks to one another . 236 In every work regard ...
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Henry George Bohn Anna Lydia Ward. She looks as clear Shaks .: Tam . of the S. Act ii . Sc . 1 . As morning roses newly wash'd with dew . 316 She's beautiful ; and therefore to be wooed : She is a woman ... look , give me a face , 36 BEAUTY .
Henry George Bohn Anna Lydia Ward. She looks as clear Shaks .: Tam . of the S. Act ii . Sc . 1 . As morning roses newly wash'd with dew . 316 She's beautiful ; and therefore to be wooed : She is a woman ... look , give me a face , 36 BEAUTY .
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Henry George Bohn Anna Lydia Ward. Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free ! Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art , That strike mine eyes , but ...
Henry George Bohn Anna Lydia Ward. Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free ! Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art , That strike mine eyes , but ...
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beauty breath Butler Byron Cæsar Canto Churchill clouds Cowper dark death Don Juan doth Dream Dryden earth Epis eyes Fables fair fear Festus flowers fool George Eliot give glory gold Goldsmith grace grave grief Hamlet Harold hast hath heart heaven Henry Vaughan Henry VI Henry VIII honor hope hour Hudibras Jean Ingelow Joanna Baillie King Lear kiss light Line live Longfellow Lost Love of Fame Love's Macbeth Milton mind Moral Essays nature ne'er never Night Thoughts o'er Othello peace Pope Proverbial Phil R. H. Stoddard Richard Richard III Robert Browning Satire Seasons Shaks shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit stars sweet T. B. Aldrich tears Tennyson thee thine things Thomson thou art tongue truth Venice virtue Whittier William Cullen Bryant wind wise words Young
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