A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent and Appropriate Passages in the Old British PoetsSarah Josepha Buell Hale Lippincott, Grambo, 1855 - 576 sidor |
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... dead eyes ; And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chaw'd grass , still and motionless ; And their executors , the knavish crows , Fly o'er them all impatient for their hour . Thus far into the bowels of the land ...
... dead eyes ; And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chaw'd grass , still and motionless ; And their executors , the knavish crows , Fly o'er them all impatient for their hour . Thus far into the bowels of the land ...
Sida 39
... dead , in one huge ghastly heap , Promiscuously amass'd . With dismal groans , And ejaculation , in the pangs of death , Some call for aid , neglected ; some o'erturn'd In the fierce shock , lie gasping , and expire , Trampled by fiery ...
... dead , in one huge ghastly heap , Promiscuously amass'd . With dismal groans , And ejaculation , in the pangs of death , Some call for aid , neglected ; some o'erturn'd In the fierce shock , lie gasping , and expire , Trampled by fiery ...
Sida 40
... dead , To see fair England's standard fly . Scott's Marmion . The war , that for a space did fail , Now trebly thundering swelled the gale , And - Stanley ! was the cry ; - A light on Marmion's visage spread , And fired his glazing eye ...
... dead , To see fair England's standard fly . Scott's Marmion . The war , that for a space did fail , Now trebly thundering swelled the gale , And - Stanley ! was the cry ; - A light on Marmion's visage spread , And fired his glazing eye ...
Sida 41
... dead ; Say , where their bosoms met the bayonet's shock , Their only corslet was the rustic frock ; Say , when they mustered to the gathering horn , The titled chieftain curled his lip in scorn ; Yet , when their leader bade his lines ...
... dead ; Say , where their bosoms met the bayonet's shock , Their only corslet was the rustic frock ; Say , when they mustered to the gathering horn , The titled chieftain curled his lip in scorn ; Yet , when their leader bade his lines ...
Sida 43
... gins to bud , A brittle glass that's broken presently : A doubtful good , a gloss , a glass , a flower , Lost , faded , broken , dead with an hour . Shakspeare No wonder that check in its beauty transcendant , Excelleth BEAUTY . 43.
... gins to bud , A brittle glass that's broken presently : A doubtful good , a gloss , a glass , a flower , Lost , faded , broken , dead with an hour . Shakspeare No wonder that check in its beauty transcendant , Excelleth BEAUTY . 43.
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A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent ... Sarah Josepha Buell Hale Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1852 |
A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent ... Sarah Josepha Buell Hale Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1875 |
A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent ... Sarah Josepha Buell Hale Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1865 |
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Bailey's Festus beauty blood breast breath bright Butler's Hudibras Byron's Childe Harold charm clouds Coriolanus Cowper's Task dark death Doge of Venice doth dream Dryden's earth Eliza Cook ev'ry eyes fair fame fear feel flowers fools gentle Gentlemen of Verona Giaour glory grave grief Hamlet hand happy hath heart heaven Henry Henry IV Henry VI honour hope hour Joanna Baillie's Julius Cæsar King light live look lord lov'd Macbeth Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream Milton's Paradise Lost mind Miss Landon nature ne'er never O. W. Holmes o'er Othello pain passion peace pleasure Poems Pope's pride Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet Rowe's Scott's Shaks sigh sleep smile soft sorrow soul Spenser's Fairy Queen spirit sweet tears thee thine things Thomson's Seasons thou art tongue truth Venice virtue wind wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
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Sida 181 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Sida 204 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Sida 541 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Sida 204 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Sida 465 - O may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile; Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.
Sida 196 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Sida 371 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Sida 487 - 11 present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine. DUKE. Say it, Othello. OTHELLO. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes That I have pass'd. I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Sida 463 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Sida 252 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.