Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes : Authors, 550 ; Subjects, 435 ; Quotations, 13,600, Zväzok 1873J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1896 - 772 strán (strany) |
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Strana 39
... shade , Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead , The patient fisher takes his silent stand , Intent , his angle trembling in his hand : SPENSER . Should you lure From his dark haunt beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees the ...
... shade , Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead , The patient fisher takes his silent stand , Intent , his angle trembling in his hand : SPENSER . Should you lure From his dark haunt beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees the ...
Strana 47
... shade , Robed in the lightning which his hand allay'd . BYRON : Age of Bronze . The starry Galileo with his woes . Think BYRON : Childe Harold . The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle . BYRON : Bride of Abydos . you , if Laura had been ...
... shade , Robed in the lightning which his hand allay'd . BYRON : Age of Bronze . The starry Galileo with his woes . Think BYRON : Childe Harold . The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle . BYRON : Bride of Abydos . you , if Laura had been ...
Strana 49
... shade , these duteous lays . Lee had thy fire , and Congreve had toy wit ; And copyists , here and there , some likeness hit ; But none possess'd thy graces and thy ease , For thee alone ' twas natural to please . WALTER HARTE . Pope ...
... shade , these duteous lays . Lee had thy fire , and Congreve had toy wit ; And copyists , here and there , some likeness hit ; But none possess'd thy graces and thy ease , For thee alone ' twas natural to please . WALTER HARTE . Pope ...
Strana 53
... shade , Horace , immortal bard ! supinely laid . PRIOR . PRIOR . Me all too mean for such a task I weet ; Yet if the sovereign lady deigns to smile , I'll follow Horace with impetuous heat , And clothe the verse in Spenser's native ...
... shade , Horace , immortal bard ! supinely laid . PRIOR . PRIOR . Me all too mean for such a task I weet ; Yet if the sovereign lady deigns to smile , I'll follow Horace with impetuous heat , And clothe the verse in Spenser's native ...
Strana 59
... Shade deep'ning over shade , the country round Imbrown ; crowded umbrage , dusk and dun , Of every hue , from wan declining green To sooty dark . THOMSON : Seasons . The pale descending year , yet pleasing still , A gentler mood ...
... Shade deep'ning over shade , the country round Imbrown ; crowded umbrage , dusk and dun , Of every hue , from wan declining green To sooty dark . THOMSON : Seasons . The pale descending year , yet pleasing still , A gentler mood ...
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ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds BLACKMORE bless bliss 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 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 trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth РОРЕ
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Strana 395 - 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.
Strana 435 - 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.
Strana 572 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Strana 382 - 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.
Strana 429 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Strana 159 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Strana 274 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Strana 29 - 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.
Strana 299 - 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.
Strana 382 - 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 deed...