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Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Sources; Passages ...
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Act ii angels bear beauty better Book Book ii breath Canto comes continued dark dead death doth dream earth Epistle eyes face fair fall fear feel field fire flower fools give grave grow hand happy hath head heart heaven Henry honour hope hour Ibid JOHN King land leave light Line live look Lord lost mind morning nature never night o'er once pass peace pleasure poor Prov reason Shakespeare sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Speech spirit stand Stanza stars sweet tale tears tell thee things THOMAS thou thought thousand true truth turn unto viii virtue voice White wind wise woman young youth
Page 511 - Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation ! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, " In God is our trust " ; And the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! The Star-spangled Banner.
Page 420 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thoughts supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 241 - ISAAC NEWTON. 1642-1727. I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble, or a prettier shell than ordinar)', whilst the great ocean of truth lay all
Page 101 - Act iv. Sc. 3. Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Act iv. Sc. 3. What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop ? Act iv. Sc. 3. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Act iv.
Page 108 - entrance to a quarrel ; but, being in, Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
Page 416 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. She dwelt among the untrodden ways. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. ibid.
Page 482 - 5 When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood. Second Speech on
Page 56 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic Summer's heat. O, no ! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
Page 134 - 1 have done the State some service, and they know it ; No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice : then, must you speak Of one that lov'd, not wisely, but too well
Page 50 - TWELFTH NIGHT. If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Act i.