Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Sources Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1881 - 864 sivua |
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... fellow that hath had losses ; and one that hath two gowns , and everything handsome about him . Patch grief with proverbs . Ibid . Act v . Sc . I. ' T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow ...
... fellow that hath had losses ; and one that hath two gowns , and everything handsome about him . Patch grief with proverbs . Ibid . Act v . Sc . I. ' T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow ...
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... fellows in her time . Act i . Sc . 1 . Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable . Ibid . You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it , that do buy it with much care . Ibid . I hold the world but as the world , Gratiano ; A ...
... fellows in her time . Act i . Sc . 1 . Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable . Ibid . You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it , that do buy it with much care . Ibid . I hold the world but as the world , Gratiano ; A ...
Sivu 40
... fellow of the self - same flight The self - same way , with more advised watch , To find the other forth ; and by adventuring both , I oft found both . Act i . Sc . I. They are as sick , that surfeit with too much , as they that starve ...
... fellow of the self - same flight The self - same way , with more advised watch , To find the other forth ; and by adventuring both , I oft found both . Act i . Sc . I. They are as sick , that surfeit with too much , as they that starve ...
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... gallops withal , and who he stands still withal . Ibid . Every one fault seeming monstrous , till his fellow - fault came to match it . Ibid . Neither rhyme nor reason . Ibid As You Like It continued . ] I would the 48 Shakespeare .
... gallops withal , and who he stands still withal . Ibid . Every one fault seeming monstrous , till his fellow - fault came to match it . Ibid . Neither rhyme nor reason . Ibid As You Like It continued . ] I would the 48 Shakespeare .
Sivu 62
... fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and , but for these vile guns , He would himself have been a soldier . Act i . Sc . 3 . The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare ! Ibid . By Heaven , methinks , it were an easy leap ...
... fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and , but for these vile guns , He would himself have been a soldier . Act i . Sc . 3 . The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare ! Ibid . By Heaven , methinks , it were an easy leap ...
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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.