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 40
... SPENSER : Faerie Queene . ANTIQUITIES . Immortal glories in my mind revive , When Rome's exalted beauty I descry Magnificent in piles of ruin lie . ADDISON . There is a temple in ruin stands , Fashion'd by long - forgotten hands ; Two ...
... SPENSER : Faerie Queene . ANTIQUITIES . Immortal glories in my mind revive , When Rome's exalted beauty I descry Magnificent in piles of ruin lie . ADDISON . There is a temple in ruin stands , Fashion'd by long - forgotten hands ; Two ...
Strana 46
... Spenser , lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer , and , rare Beaumont , lie A little nearer Spenser , to make room For Shakspeare in your threefold , fourfold tomb . WILLIAM BASSE : On Shakspeare . How does Cartesius all his sinews ...
... Spenser , lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer , and , rare Beaumont , lie A little nearer Spenser , to make room For Shakspeare in your threefold , fourfold tomb . WILLIAM BASSE : On Shakspeare . How does Cartesius all his sinews ...
Strana 49
... Spenser , or bid Beaumont lye My Shakespeare , rise ; I will not lodge thee by choice : Deem then the people's , not the writer's sin , Almansor's rage , and rants of Maximin . GRANVILLE . Homer shall last , like Alexander , long ; As ...
... Spenser , or bid Beaumont lye My Shakespeare , rise ; I will not lodge thee by choice : Deem then the people's , not the writer's sin , Almansor's rage , and rants of Maximin . GRANVILLE . Homer shall last , like Alexander , long ; As ...
Strana 53
... Spenser's native style , PRIOR . Dan Pope , for thy misfortune grieved , With kind concern and skill has weaved A silken web , and ne'er shall fade Its colours ; gently has he laid The mantle o'er thy sad distress , And Venus shall the ...
... Spenser's native style , PRIOR . Dan Pope , for thy misfortune grieved , With kind concern and skill has weaved A silken web , and ne'er shall fade Its colours ; gently has he laid The mantle o'er thy sad distress , And Venus shall the ...
Strana 58
... SPENSER . Our chilling climate hardly bears A sprig of bay in fifty years ; While every fool his claim alleges , As if it grew in common hedges . SWIFT . An author thus who pants for fame Begins the world with fear and shame ; When ...
... SPENSER . Our chilling climate hardly bears A sprig of bay in fifty years ; While every fool his claim alleges , As if it grew in common hedges . SWIFT . An author thus who pants for fame Begins the world with fear and shame ; When ...
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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...