A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poetsauthor, 1881 - 715 sidor |
Från bokens innehåll
Resultat 1-5 av 85
Sida 2
... pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Pope , Elcisa . Pope , Eloisa . Pope . Goldsmith , Traveller , 7 . Cowper , Task , VI . Not to understand a treasure's worth Till time has stol'n away the slighted good , Is cause of ...
... pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Pope , Elcisa . Pope , Eloisa . Pope . Goldsmith , Traveller , 7 . Cowper , Task , VI . Not to understand a treasure's worth Till time has stol'n away the slighted good , Is cause of ...
Sida 8
... pain , As much , or more , we should ourselves complain . Sh . Com . E. 11. 1 . I pray thee , cease thy counsel Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve . Sh . Much A. v . 1 . Learn to be wise , and practise how to ...
... pain , As much , or more , we should ourselves complain . Sh . Com . E. 11. 1 . I pray thee , cease thy counsel Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve . Sh . Much A. v . 1 . Learn to be wise , and practise how to ...
Sida 16
... pain ? And barr'd from every use of wealth , Envy the ploughman's strength and health . Ambition is an idol , on whose wings Great minds are carry'd only to extreme ; To be sublimely great , or to be nothing . The fiery soul abhorr'd in ...
... pain ? And barr'd from every use of wealth , Envy the ploughman's strength and health . Ambition is an idol , on whose wings Great minds are carry'd only to extreme ; To be sublimely great , or to be nothing . The fiery soul abhorr'd in ...
Sida 26
... painful field . There's not a piece of feather in our host . Sh . H. v . IV . 3 . Sh . K. John , II . 1 . A braver choice of dauntless spirits , Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er , Did never float upon the swelling tide ...
... painful field . There's not a piece of feather in our host . Sh . H. v . IV . 3 . Sh . K. John , II . 1 . A braver choice of dauntless spirits , Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er , Did never float upon the swelling tide ...
Sida 27
... pains Sought but to fill his belly with his brains . Is this the guerdon due to liberal arts , T'admire the head and then to starve the parts ? ARTIFICE . 27 Lady Alimony , a Com . 1659 . A man of sense can artifice disdain , As men of ...
... pains Sought but to fill his belly with his brains . Is this the guerdon due to liberal arts , T'admire the head and then to starve the parts ? ARTIFICE . 27 Lady Alimony , a Com . 1659 . A man of sense can artifice disdain , As men of ...
Andra upplagor - Visa alla
A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poets Henry George Bohn Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1881 |
A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poets Henry George Bohn Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1867 |
Vanliga ord och fraser
Aaron Hill Absalom and Achitophel Addison bear beauty Ben Jonson bliss brave breath bright Butler Byron charms Churchill clouds Cowper death doth dreams Dryden Dunciad earth Eliza Cook ev'ry eyes Fable fair fame fate fear flowers fools fortune Giaour give glory Goldsmith grace grave grief happy hast hate hath heart heaven Herrick Honest Man's Fortune honour hope hour Hudibras human Joanna Baillie Johnson king kiss L'Allegro live looks Lord Love's LOVERS LOVERS-continued Macb man's MARRIAGE Milton mind Moore nature ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace Pindar pleasure Pope praise pride rich shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile Sophonisba sorrow soul spirit sweet tears thee There's things Thomson thou art thought tongue Troil truth Twill virtue wind wise words wretch Young youth
Populära avsnitt
Sida 441 - 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.
Sida 274 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Sida 337 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sida 421 - 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...
Sida 395 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Sida 524 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die...
Sida 82 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Sida 172 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sida 580 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Sida 324 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.