The Cyclopædia of Practical Quotations: English and Latin, with an Appendix Containing Proverbs from the Latin and Modern Foreign Languages, Law and Ecclesiastical Terms and Significations; Names, Dates and Nationality of Quoted Authors, Etc., with Copious Indexes |
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The English and Latin quotations are arranged under subject heads , and it will
be noted that , throughout , the arrangement is alphabetical : the subjects first ,
then the authors , and lastly , the quotations under each name . Those who need
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The English and Latin quotations are arranged under subject heads , and it will
be noted that , throughout , the arrangement is alphabetical : the subjects first ,
then the authors , and lastly , the quotations under each name . Those who need
...
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A few quotations have been purposely retained under more than one head ,
where they seemed especially adapted to do double duty , and might be of actual
service . In the many thousands of others these would hardly be noticed , even by
...
A few quotations have been purposely retained under more than one head ,
where they seemed especially adapted to do double duty , and might be of actual
service . In the many thousands of others these would hardly be noticed , even by
...
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... his head . g . As You Like It , Act . II . Sc . 1 . C. 1 . e . AFFECTION . Affection is
the broadest basis of a good life . GEORGE ELIOT - Daniel Deronda . Bk . V. Ch .
35 . S. As for murmurs , mother , we grumble a little now and then to be sure .
... his head . g . As You Like It , Act . II . Sc . 1 . C. 1 . e . AFFECTION . Affection is
the broadest basis of a good life . GEORGE ELIOT - Daniel Deronda . Bk . V. Ch .
35 . S. As for murmurs , mother , we grumble a little now and then to be sure .
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The hedge - sparrow fed the cuckoo so long , That it had its head bit off by its
young . King Lear . Act I. Sc . 4 . Behold , within the leafy shade , Those bright
blue eggs together laid ! On me the chance - discovered sight Gleamed like a
vision of ...
The hedge - sparrow fed the cuckoo so long , That it had its head bit off by its
young . King Lear . Act I. Sc . 4 . Behold , within the leafy shade , Those bright
blue eggs together laid ! On me the chance - discovered sight Gleamed like a
vision of ...
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... that KingGod bless us all ! -- Is quite another thing . b . Scorr --Redgauntlet . Ch
. VII . Jove bless thee , master parson . Twelfth Night . Act IV . Sc . 2 . The
benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew . d .
Cymbeline .
... that KingGod bless us all ! -- Is quite another thing . b . Scorr --Redgauntlet . Ch
. VII . Jove bless thee , master parson . Twelfth Night . Act IV . Sc . 2 . The
benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew . d .
Cymbeline .
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Page 381 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 345 - 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 334 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 208 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 212 - THE poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 208 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 212 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Page 99 - We may live without poetry, music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XX.
Page 187 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 417 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...