Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes : Authors, 550 ; Subjects, 435 ; Quotations, 13,600, כרך 1873J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1896 - 772 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 86
עמוד 24
... honour , love , obedience , troops of friends , I must not look to have . SHAKSPEARE . You see me here , you gods , a poor old man , As full of grief as age ; wretched in both . SHAKSPEARE . Let him keep A hundred knights ; yes , that ...
... honour , love , obedience , troops of friends , I must not look to have . SHAKSPEARE . You see me here , you gods , a poor old man , As full of grief as age ; wretched in both . SHAKSPEARE . Let him keep A hundred knights ; yes , that ...
עמוד 25
... honour'd all Through all the soil a genial ferment spreads , Regenerates the plants , and new adorns the Of proud - lined loiterers , that never sow , Nor put a plant in earth , nor use a plough . CHAPMAN . Ask'd if in husbandry he ...
... honour'd all Through all the soil a genial ferment spreads , Regenerates the plants , and new adorns the Of proud - lined loiterers , that never sow , Nor put a plant in earth , nor use a plough . CHAPMAN . Ask'd if in husbandry he ...
עמוד 33
... honour's gilded baits beguiled , Nor think ambition wise , because ' tis brave ; For though we like it , as a forward child , ' Tis so unsound her cradle is her grave . SIR W. DAVENANT : Gondibert . Reap well , scatter not , gather ...
... honour's gilded baits beguiled , Nor think ambition wise , because ' tis brave ; For though we like it , as a forward child , ' Tis so unsound her cradle is her grave . SIR W. DAVENANT : Gondibert . Reap well , scatter not , gather ...
עמוד 42
... honour my The arm'rers temper. While fancy brings the vanish'd piles to view , And builds imaginary Rome anew . POPE . You show us Rome was glorious , not profuse ; And pompous buildings once were things of use . РОРЕ . You too proceed ...
... honour my The arm'rers temper. While fancy brings the vanish'd piles to view , And builds imaginary Rome anew . POPE . You show us Rome was glorious , not profuse ; And pompous buildings once were things of use . РОРЕ . You too proceed ...
עמוד 43
... honour my The arm'rers temper in the ford Good Howard , emulous of the Grecian art . PRIOR. ARISTOCRACY . Grant her , besides , of noble blood that ran In ancient veins , ere heraldry began . DRYDEN . Nigh at hand , Celestial armory ...
... honour my The arm'rers temper in the ford Good Howard , emulous of the Grecian art . PRIOR. ARISTOCRACY . Grant her , besides , of noble blood that ran In ancient veins , ere heraldry began . DRYDEN . Nigh at hand , Celestial armory ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds BLACKMORE bless bliss breast breath bright BYRON charms Childe Harold clouds coursers COWLEY COWPER dark death delight DENHAM doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flowers fools gentle give glory golden grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras ISAAC WATTS JOANNA BAILLIE king light live look MILTON mind morning muse N. P. WILLIS nature ne'er never Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure POPE pow'r praise pride PRIOR ROSCOMMON round shade SHAKSPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars stream sweet SWIFT tears thee thine things THOMSON thou trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth РОРЕ
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 395 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
עמוד 435 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
עמוד 572 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
עמוד 382 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
עמוד 429 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
עמוד 159 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
עמוד 274 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
עמוד 29 - 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.
עמוד 299 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
עמוד 382 - 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...