Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes : Authors, 550 ; Subjects, 435 ; Quotations, 13,600, Volume 1873J. B. Lippincott & Company, 1896 - 772 pages |
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... look'd in years , yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor , and autumnal green . DRYDEN . Age has not yet So shrunk my sinews , or so chill'd my veins , But conscious virtue in my breast remains . DRYDEN . Were I no queen , did you ...
... look'd in years , yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor , and autumnal green . DRYDEN . Age has not yet So shrunk my sinews , or so chill'd my veins , But conscious virtue in my breast remains . DRYDEN . Were I no queen , did you ...
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... look on the stars and look on thee , And read the page of thy destiny . L. E. LANDON . For if those stars , cross to me in my birth , Had not denied their prosperous influence to it , I might have ceased to be , and not as now To curse ...
... look on the stars and look on thee , And read the page of thy destiny . L. E. LANDON . For if those stars , cross to me in my birth , Had not denied their prosperous influence to it , I might have ceased to be , and not as now To curse ...
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... look'd him in the face ; Would raise a blush where secret vice he found , And tickle while he gently probed the wound ; With seeming innocence the crowd beguiled , But made the desperate passes when he smiled . DRYDEN . Nor let false ...
... look'd him in the face ; Would raise a blush where secret vice he found , And tickle while he gently probed the wound ; With seeming innocence the crowd beguiled , But made the desperate passes when he smiled . DRYDEN . Nor let false ...
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... Look but on Gripus , or on Gripus ' wife . POPE . ' Tis strange the miser should his cares employ To gain those ... looks on charity with hate . DR . WOLCOTT . Some , o'er - enamour'd of their bags , run mad , Groan under gold , yet weep ...
... Look but on Gripus , or on Gripus ' wife . POPE . ' Tis strange the miser should his cares employ To gain those ... looks on charity with hate . DR . WOLCOTT . Some , o'er - enamour'd of their bags , run mad , Groan under gold , yet weep ...
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... look , the. breast , Did next in gracefulness and beauty stand To breathing figures . DRYDEN . On sev'ral parts a sev'ral praise bestow : The ruby lips , and well - proportion'd nose , The snowy brow , the raven glossy hair , The dimpled ...
... look , the. breast , Did next in gracefulness and beauty stand To breathing figures . DRYDEN . On sev'ral parts a sev'ral praise bestow : The ruby lips , and well - proportion'd nose , The snowy brow , the raven glossy hair , The dimpled ...
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ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds BLACKMORE bless bliss breast breath bright BYRON charms Childe Harold clouds coursers COWLEY COWPER dark death delight DENHAM doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flowers fools gentle give glory golden grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras ISAAC WATTS JOANNA BAILLIE king light live look Lord MILTON mind morning muse N. P. WILLIS nature ne'er never Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure POPE pow'r praise pride PRIOR ROSCOMMON round shade SHAKSPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars stream sweet SWIFT tears thee thine things THOMSON thou trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth
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Page 395 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
Page 435 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Page 572 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 382 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 429 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 159 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Page 274 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 29 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 299 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 382 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...