Beauties of the British Poets: Being a Pocket Dictionary of Their Most Admired Passages: The Whole Alphabetically Arranged According to the SubjectsA. Sherman, 1834 - 317 strán (strany) |
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Výsledky 6 - 10 z 37.
Strana 45
... lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity of hers . COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . The toil worn Cotter frae his labour goes , This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades , his mattocks , and his ...
... lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity of hers . COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . The toil worn Cotter frae his labour goes , This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades , his mattocks , and his ...
Strana 60
... , Young . That she , whom all men prais'd , and whom myself , Since I have lost , have lov'd , was in mine eye The dust that did offend it . Shakspeare . DISTINCTIONS . General desire of . If at his title 60 DISLIKE .
... , Young . That she , whom all men prais'd , and whom myself , Since I have lost , have lov'd , was in mine eye The dust that did offend it . Shakspeare . DISTINCTIONS . General desire of . If at his title 60 DISLIKE .
Strana 80
... lost his sweat ; and the green corn Hath rotted , ere his youth attain'd a beard ; The fold stands empty in the drowned field , And crows are fatted with the murrain flock ; The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud ; And the quaint ...
... lost his sweat ; and the green corn Hath rotted , ere his youth attain'd a beard ; The fold stands empty in the drowned field , And crows are fatted with the murrain flock ; The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud ; And the quaint ...
Strana 94
... lost nor prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay ; There were his young barbarians all at play , There was their Dacian mother - he their sire , Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday- All this rush'd with his blood , -Shall he ...
... lost nor prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay ; There were his young barbarians all at play , There was their Dacian mother - he their sire , Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday- All this rush'd with his blood , -Shall he ...
Strana 110
... lost in dissipation we deplore , Through life's sad remnant , what no sighs restore ; Our years , a fruitless race without a prize , Too many , yet too few to make us wise . HYPOCRISY . For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy ...
... lost in dissipation we deplore , Through life's sad remnant , what no sighs restore ; Our years , a fruitless race without a prize , Too many , yet too few to make us wise . HYPOCRISY . For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy ...
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Quotations from the British Poets: Being a Pocket Dictionary of Their Most ... Úplné zobrazenie - 1830 |
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beauty behold beneath blest bliss blood boast breast breath bright charms Cowper dark death doth dread dream dull dust earth Egeria eternal ev'n ev'ry fair faithless fame fancy fate fear feel flowers folly fool form'd grace grave hand happy hath hear heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras human laugh life's live Loch Katrine Lochiel looks man's Milton mind mirth morn muse nature nature's ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pleas'd pleasure Pope pow'r praise pride proud Queen Mab rapture Rosabelle round scene seem'd sense shade Shakspeare sigh sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spleen sweet Sycorax SYLPHS TAM O'SHANTER tears thee things thou thought thro toil tongue tragic muse truth Twas vex'd virtue wander waves weep wild wind wings wisdom wise wretch ye stars Young youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 18 - ^■H With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank
Strana 27 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet: For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and
Strana 260 - a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And
Strana 149 - quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear. Dissolve me into ecstacies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of ev'ry star that heaven doth
Strana 18 - And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice,
Strana 159 - tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the checquer'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sun-shine holiday,
Strana 37 - universal blank Of nature's works, to me expung'd and ras*d, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight. Milton.
Strana 106 - In all my grief, and God has given my share— I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting my repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to
Strana 148 - near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud, Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar. And
Strana 83 - With thee conversing I forget all time; All seasons and their change, all please alike, Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,