A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent and Appropriate Passages in the Old British PoetsSarah Josepha Buell Hale |
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... turns to thee : Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . In ... turn our hearts , where'er we rove , To those we've left behind us . T. Moore . I wept thy absence , o'er and o'er ...
... turns to thee : Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . In ... turn our hearts , where'er we rove , To those we've left behind us . T. Moore . I wept thy absence , o'er and o'er ...
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... turn our backs From our companion , thrown into his grave ; So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him , Like empty purses pick'd : and this poor self , A dedicated beggar to the air , With ...
... turn our backs From our companion , thrown into his grave ; So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him , Like empty purses pick'd : and this poor self , A dedicated beggar to the air , With ...
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... Turning again towards childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound . Of no distemper , of no blast he died , But ... turn our blessings into bane . Young's Night Thoughts . O my coevals ! remnants of ourselves ! Poor human ruins ...
... Turning again towards childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound . Of no distemper , of no blast he died , But ... turn our blessings into bane . Young's Night Thoughts . O my coevals ! remnants of ourselves ! Poor human ruins ...
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... turn . Cowper's Task . Is it delusion this ? Or wears the mind of man within itself A conscious feeling of its destination ? What say these suddenly imposed thoughts , Which mark such deepen'd traces in the brain On vivid real ...
... turn . Cowper's Task . Is it delusion this ? Or wears the mind of man within itself A conscious feeling of its destination ? What say these suddenly imposed thoughts , Which mark such deepen'd traces in the brain On vivid real ...
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... turn paler at the sound . Young's Night Thoughts . ATHEIST . When prejudice and strong aversions work , All whose opinions we dislike are atheists . Now ' tis a term of art , a bug - bear word , The villain's engine , and the vulgar's ...
... turn paler at the sound . Young's Night Thoughts . ATHEIST . When prejudice and strong aversions work , All whose opinions we dislike are atheists . Now ' tis a term of art , a bug - bear word , The villain's engine , and the vulgar's ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.