A Collection of Familiar Quotations: With Complete Indices of Authors and SubjectsJohn Bartlett, 1856 - 358 pages |
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... stanza : - " Hide , O hide those hills of snow , Which thy frozen bosom bears , On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ; But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icy chains for thee . " There has been ...
... stanza : - " Hide , O hide those hills of snow , Which thy frozen bosom bears , On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ; But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icy chains for thee . " There has been ...
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... stanza : — 66 Hide , O hide those hills of snow , Which thy frozen bosom bears , On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ; But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icy chains for thee . " There has been ...
... stanza : — 66 Hide , O hide those hills of snow , Which thy frozen bosom bears , On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ; But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icy chains for thee . " There has been ...
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... stanza when he should engross . Line 127 . As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lisped in numbers , for the numbers came . Line 171 . The things , we know , are neither rich nor rare , But wonder how the devil they got there ...
... stanza when he should engross . Line 127 . As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lisped in numbers , for the numbers came . Line 171 . The things , we know , are neither rich nor rare , But wonder how the devil they got there ...
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... stanza when he should engross . Line 127 . As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lisped in numbers , for the numbers came . Line 171 . The things , we know , are neither rich nor rare , But wonder how the devil they got there ...
... stanza when he should engross . Line 127 . As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lisped in numbers , for the numbers came . Line 171 . The things , we know , are neither rich nor rare , But wonder how the devil they got there ...
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... Sweet childish days , that were as long As twenty days are now . * The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day . Paradise Regained . Book 4 , 220 . Stanzas written in Thomson . A noticeable man , with 228 FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS .
... Sweet childish days , that were as long As twenty days are now . * The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day . Paradise Regained . Book 4 , 220 . Stanzas written in Thomson . A noticeable man , with 228 FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS .
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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL angels beauty Ben Jonson blow Book viii breath bright Canto Chapter cheek Continued CORINTHIANS dead dear death Devil divine doth Double Falsehood dream Dunciad earth Epistle Epitaph Essay evil eyes fair faith fancy Farewell fear fire fools FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER give grave Hamlet-Continued hand happy hath heart heaven honor hope Hudibras JOHN Julius Cæsar KING HENRY King Henry IV light Line lips live look Lord MATTHEW MATTHEW PRIOR mind nature ne'er never Night numbers o'er Paradise pleasure poor praise Prologue PROVERBS PSALM Richard Richard III ROMANS SAMUEL Satire shining sigh sleep smile Song sorrow soul spirit Stanza sweet tale tears thee There's things Thomas THOMAS CAREW THOMAS SOUTHERN thought to-morrow tongue truth unto virtue wind wise woman words youth
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Page 107 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 23 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 41 - And often did beguile her of her tears When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Page 96 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Page 23 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 107 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days. And their glad animal movements, all gone by) To me was all in all: I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood. Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 37 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Page 31 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 41 - 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,— No more ; — and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream ; — ay, there 's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...
Page 109 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.