A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c1824 |
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... false vows with him , Like empty purses pick'd : and this A dedicated beggar to the air , poor self , With his disease of all - shunn'd poverty , Walks , like contempt , alone . Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels , Be sure ...
... false vows with him , Like empty purses pick'd : and this A dedicated beggar to the air , poor self , With his disease of all - shunn'd poverty , Walks , like contempt , alone . Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels , Be sure ...
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... false , And yet would'st wrongly win . Away with scrupulous wit ! now arms must rule , And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns . Ye gods , it doth amaze me , A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic ...
... false , And yet would'st wrongly win . Away with scrupulous wit ! now arms must rule , And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns . Ye gods , it doth amaze me , A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic ...
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... false favorite doth his prince's name , In deeds dishonorable . Do not , as some ungracious pastors do , Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Whilst , like a puff'd and reckless libertine , Himself the primrose path of dalliance ...
... false favorite doth his prince's name , In deeds dishonorable . Do not , as some ungracious pastors do , Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Whilst , like a puff'd and reckless libertine , Himself the primrose path of dalliance ...
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... False hound ! If you have writ your annals true , ' tis there , That like an eagle in a dove - cote , I Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli : Alone I did it . COURT . but at court : Our courtiers say , all's savage , Experience , O , thou ...
... False hound ! If you have writ your annals true , ' tis there , That like an eagle in a dove - cote , I Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli : Alone I did it . COURT . but at court : Our courtiers say , all's savage , Experience , O , thou ...
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... false passage of thy throat , thou liest ! I do defy him , and I spit at him ; Call him - a slanderous coward , and a villain : Which to maintain , I would allow him odds ; And meet him , were I ty'd to run a - foot , Even to the frozen ...
... false passage of thy throat , thou liest ! I do defy him , and I spit at him ; Call him - a slanderous coward , and a villain : Which to maintain , I would allow him odds ; And meet him , were I ty'd to run a - foot , Even to the frozen ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.