A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c1824 |
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Sivu 65
... night already , He'll be as full of quarrel and offence As my young mistress ' dog . Give me the cups ; And let the kettle to the trumpet speak , The trumpet to the cannoneer without , The cannons to the heavens , the heaven to earth ...
... night already , He'll be as full of quarrel and offence As my young mistress ' dog . Give me the cups ; And let the kettle to the trumpet speak , The trumpet to the cannoneer without , The cannons to the heavens , the heaven to earth ...
Sivu 69
... night before some festival To an impatient child , that hath new robes , And may not wear them . How slow , This old moon wanes : she lingers my desires , Like to a step - dame , or a dowager , Long withering out a young man's revenue ...
... night before some festival To an impatient child , that hath new robes , And may not wear them . How slow , This old moon wanes : she lingers my desires , Like to a step - dame , or a dowager , Long withering out a young man's revenue ...
Sivu 75
... young blood ; Make thy two eyes , like stars , start ... night - shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse , and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full of horrors ; Direness , familiar to my slaught ' rous thoughts ...
... young blood ; Make thy two eyes , like stars , start ... night - shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse , and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full of horrors ; Direness , familiar to my slaught ' rous thoughts ...
Sivu 123
... Young gentlemen would be as sad as night , Only for wantonness . By my christendom , So I were out of prison , and kept sheep , I should be merry as the day is long . Seldom when The steeled gaoler is the friend of men . So we'll live ...
... Young gentlemen would be as sad as night , Only for wantonness . By my christendom , So I were out of prison , and kept sheep , I should be merry as the day is long . Seldom when The steeled gaoler is the friend of men . So we'll live ...
Sivu 149
... night , And stol'n my love's heart from him ? Holy Saint Francis ! what a change is here ! Is Rosaline , whom thou dost love so dear , So soon forsaken ? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts , but in their eyes . In ...
... night , And stol'n my love's heart from him ? Holy Saint Francis ! what a change is here ! Is Rosaline , whom thou dost love so dear , So soon forsaken ? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts , but in their eyes . In ...
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Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
ambition art thou bear beauty blood bosom breath Busiris Cæsar cheek clouds Coriolanus Cowper's Task crown curse dare dead death deeds Doge of Venice dost doth dread dream Dryden's Duke of Guise earth Ev'n eyes fair Fair Penitent fear fool fortune friends gentle give grace grave grief Gustavus Vasa hand Hannah More's happy hate hath Havard's head heart heaven hell honour hour Ibid Jane Shore Joanna Baillie's king Lady Jane Grey live look lord Maturin's Bertram mercy Milton's Paradise Lost mind nature ne'er never noble o'er Otway's pale Paradise Regained passion peace Philotas pity poor Rowe's Sardanapalus Scanderbeg scorn shew sigh slave sleep smile soft sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamerlane tears tell thee thine things Thomson's Seasons-Spring thou art thou hast thousand thro tongue Venice Preserved virtue weep wind words wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
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Sivu 52 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep...
Sivu 7 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Sivu 53 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Sivu 238 - Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Sivu 10 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Sivu 75 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Sivu 46 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Sivu 133 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Sivu 126 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Sivu 145 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.