Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern LiteratureLittle, Brown,, 1903 - 1158 pages |
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... king's English . Sc . 4 . We burn daylight . Act ii . Sc . 1 . There's the humour of it . Ibid . Faith , thou hast some crotchets in thy head now . Ibid . Why , then the world's mine oyster , Which I with sword will open . Sc . 2 . This ...
... king's English . Sc . 4 . We burn daylight . Act ii . Sc . 1 . There's the humour of it . Ibid . Faith , thou hast some crotchets in thy head now . Ibid . Why , then the world's mine oyster , Which I with sword will open . Sc . 2 . This ...
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... king's crown , nor the deputed sword , The marshal's truncheon , nor the judge's robe , Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does.2 Why , all the souls that were , were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best ...
... king's crown , nor the deputed sword , The marshal's truncheon , nor the judge's robe , Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does.2 Why , all the souls that were , were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best ...
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... king , I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship . Ibid . A good old man , sir ; he will be talking : as they say , When the age is in the wit is out . Ibid . O , what men dare do ! what men may do ! what men daily do ...
... king , I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship . Ibid . A good old man , sir ; he will be talking : as they say , When the age is in the wit is out . Ibid . O , what men dare do ! what men may do ! what men daily do ...
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... King Gorboduc , That that is , is . Act iv . Sc . 2 . Clo . What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl ? Mal . That the soul of our grandam might haply in- habit a bird . Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges ...
... King Gorboduc , That that is , is . Act iv . Sc . 2 . Clo . What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl ? Mal . That the soul of our grandam might haply in- habit a bird . Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges ...
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... King John . Act iii . Sc . 1.1 Here I and sorrows sit ; Here is my throne , bid kings come bow to it . Thou slave , thou wretch , thou coward ! Ibid Thou little valiant , great in villany ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou ...
... King John . Act iii . Sc . 1.1 Here I and sorrows sit ; Here is my throne , bid kings come bow to it . Thou slave , thou wretch , thou coward ! Ibid Thou little valiant , great in villany ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou ...
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Page 803 - 2. The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid. 6. Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming. xiv. 9. How art thou fallen from heaven, 0 Lucifer, son of the morning ! 12. The burden of the desert of the sea.
Page 517 - 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. Second Speech on
Page 583 - all to Love. Love not the flower they pluck and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names. Blight. The silent organ loudest chants The master's requiem. Dirge. By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattl'd farmers stood, And fired the shot heard
Page 451 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite, — a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thoughts supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 132 - This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a
Page 526 - But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ' Did ye not hear it ? — No ! 't was but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Page 501 - Banner. Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! * Then conquer we must when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, " In God is our trust ! " And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Ibid.
Page 126 - And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense : That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope. Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries,
Page 381 - Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. Line 183. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, — Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Line
Page 81 - talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. ibid. And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. King Richard II.