Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Sources Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1881 - 864 sivua |
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... Beauty . Line 132 . Full little knowest thou that hast not tride , What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To loose good dayes that might be better spent , To wast long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to - day , to be put back ...
... Beauty . Line 132 . Full little knowest thou that hast not tride , What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To loose good dayes that might be better spent , To wast long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to - day , to be put back ...
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... beauty of a thousand stars . Ibid . Quoted by Shakespeare in As You Like It . None ever loved but at first sight they loved . Chapman , Blind Beggar of Alexandria , ad fin Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight 20 Marlowe .
... beauty of a thousand stars . Ibid . Quoted by Shakespeare in As You Like It . None ever loved but at first sight they loved . Chapman , Blind Beggar of Alexandria , ad fin Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight 20 Marlowe .
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... beauty as a woman's eye ? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself . Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 3 . It adds a precious seeing to the eye . Ibid . From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are ...
... beauty as a woman's eye ? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself . Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 3 . It adds a precious seeing to the eye . Ibid . From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are ...
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... beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye , in a fine frenzy rolling , Doth glance from heaven to earth , from earth to heaven ; And , as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shapes , and ...
... beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye , in a fine frenzy rolling , Doth glance from heaven to earth , from earth to heaven ; And , as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shapes , and ...
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... Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold . Ibid . We'll have a swashing and a martial outside . Sweet are the uses of adversity , Ibid . Which , like the toad , ugly and venomous , Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our ...
... Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold . Ibid . We'll have a swashing and a martial outside . Sweet are the uses of adversity , Ibid . Which , like the toad , ugly and venomous , Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Acti angels Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson better Book viii breath Cæsar Canto Canto iii Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Compare dark death Devil divine doth dream Dryden Dyce earth Eloisa to Abelard Epistle Epitaph Essay eyes Faerie Queene fair fear flower fools give glory grave Hamlet continued hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Heywood's Proverbs honour Hudibras Ibid JOHN Julius Cæsar King Henry Lady light Line live Lord man's merry mind morning nature ne'er never Night Thoughts numbers o'er Othello Paradise Lost continued Parti pleasure Pope praise Prov Richard III Satire Shakespeare sleep smile Song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit Stanza stars sweet tale tears thee There's things THOMAS thou tongue truth virtue wind wise woman words youth
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Sivu 86 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Sivu 79 - Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Sivu 507 - 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!
Sivu 70 - 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 298 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Sivu 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Sivu 44 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Sivu 92 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Sivu 191 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Sivu 212 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.