A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets, Nide 1T. Y. Crowell & Company, 1883 - 761 sivua |
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... happy - need I now ? 54 Of all the horrid , hideous notes of woe , Sadder than owl - songs or the midnight blast , Is that portentous phrase , " I told you so , " Utter'd by friends , those prophets of the past , Who , ' stead of saying ...
... happy - need I now ? 54 Of all the horrid , hideous notes of woe , Sadder than owl - songs or the midnight blast , Is that portentous phrase , " I told you so , " Utter'd by friends , those prophets of the past , Who , ' stead of saying ...
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... mind May make the nectar which it cannot find . ' Tis well to borrow from the good and great ; Tis wise to learn ; ' tis god - like to create ! 252 J. G. Saxe : The Library · AUTUMN - see October , November . Thrice happy time AUTHORS . 27.
... mind May make the nectar which it cannot find . ' Tis well to borrow from the good and great ; Tis wise to learn ; ' tis god - like to create ! 252 J. G. Saxe : The Library · AUTUMN - see October , November . Thrice happy time AUTHORS . 27.
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Henry George Bohn Anna Lydia Ward. AUTUMN - see October , November . Thrice happy time , Best portion of the various year , in which Nature rejoiceth , smiling on her works . Lovely , to full perfection wrought ! John Phillips : Cider ...
Henry George Bohn Anna Lydia Ward. AUTUMN - see October , November . Thrice happy time , Best portion of the various year , in which Nature rejoiceth , smiling on her works . Lovely , to full perfection wrought ! John Phillips : Cider ...
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... happy life away . 259 Margaret E. Sangster : An Autumn Day . St. 4 Winds are swelling Round our dwelling , All day telling Us their woe ; And at vesper Frosts grow crisper , As they whisper Of the snow . 260 Thos . Buchanan Read ...
... happy life away . 259 Margaret E. Sangster : An Autumn Day . St. 4 Winds are swelling Round our dwelling , All day telling Us their woe ; And at vesper Frosts grow crisper , As they whisper Of the snow . 260 Thos . Buchanan Read ...
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... happy commoners , That haunt in woods , in meads , and flow'ry gardens , Rifle the sweets and taste the choicest fruits , Yet scorn to ask the lordly owner's leave . 405 BIRTH -see Ancestry . Rowe : Fair Penitent . Act ii . Sc . 2 . Let ...
... happy commoners , That haunt in woods , in meads , and flow'ry gardens , Rifle the sweets and taste the choicest fruits , Yet scorn to ask the lordly owner's leave . 405 BIRTH -see Ancestry . Rowe : Fair Penitent . Act ii . Sc . 2 . Let ...
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Sivu 619 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Sivu 287 - 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.
Sivu 6 - 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 honors 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.
Sivu 339 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Sivu 525 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Sivu 110 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Sivu 364 - 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Sivu 551 - To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether '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; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
Sivu 48 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Sivu 488 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd 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...