A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets: Based Upon Bohn's Edition Revised, Corrected, and Enlarged : Twelve Hundred Quotations Added from American AuthorsThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1911 - 761 pages |
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... round , He then unto the ladder turns his back , Looks in the clouds , scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend . 115 Shaks .: Jul . Cæsar . Act ii . Sc . 1 . Shaks .: Richard III . Act i . Sc . 3 . They that stand high , have ...
... round , He then unto the ladder turns his back , Looks in the clouds , scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend . 115 Shaks .: Jul . Cæsar . Act ii . Sc . 1 . Shaks .: Richard III . Act i . Sc . 3 . They that stand high , have ...
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... round her precious gifts is flinging ; Lo ! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled : The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing . 228 AURORA BOREALIS . Ruskin : The Months . The amber midnight smiles in dreams of dawn . 229 ...
... round her precious gifts is flinging ; Lo ! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled : The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing . 228 AURORA BOREALIS . Ruskin : The Months . The amber midnight smiles in dreams of dawn . 229 ...
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... round from place to place ; Here is a vista , there the doors unfold , Balconies here are balustred with gold ; Then counts the rounds and ovals in the halls , The festoons , friezes , and the astragals : Tired with his tedious pomp ...
... round from place to place ; Here is a vista , there the doors unfold , Balconies here are balustred with gold ; Then counts the rounds and ovals in the halls , The festoons , friezes , and the astragals : Tired with his tedious pomp ...
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... round the thatch - eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees , And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core . Keats : To Autumn 254 Divinest autumn ! who may paint thee best , Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe ...
... round the thatch - eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees , And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core . Keats : To Autumn 254 Divinest autumn ! who may paint thee best , Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe ...
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... 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 : Autumn's Sighing Autumn's sighing , Moaning , dying ; Clouds are flying On like steeds ...
... 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 : Autumn's Sighing Autumn's sighing , Moaning , dying ; Clouds are flying On like steeds ...
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Page 180 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 157 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 7 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 440 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Page 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...
Page 252 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.