Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Elegant Extracts on Every Subject, Volume 1 |
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... COWPER'S Task . 8. Oh popular applause ! what heart of man Is proof against thy sweet , seducing charms ? 9. In murmur'd pity , or loud - roar'd applause . COWPER'S Task . BYRON'S Childe Harold . 10. What if the popular breath should ...
... COWPER'S Task . 8. Oh popular applause ! what heart of man Is proof against thy sweet , seducing charms ? 9. In murmur'd pity , or loud - roar'd applause . COWPER'S Task . BYRON'S Childe Harold . 10. What if the popular breath should ...
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... COWPER'S Task . 7. Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid , And parting Summer ling'ring blooms delay'd . GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village . 8. And winter , lingering , chills the lap of spring . GOLDSMITH'S Traveller . 9. Fain would ...
... COWPER'S Task . 7. Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid , And parting Summer ling'ring blooms delay'd . GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village . 8. And winter , lingering , chills the lap of spring . GOLDSMITH'S Traveller . 9. Fain would ...
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... COWPER'S Task . CIGAR - SMOKING . 1. In mind compos'd , he sucks : thick curling clouds Of smoke around his reeking temples play . Joyous he sits , and , impotent of thought , Puffs away care and sorrow from his heart . 2. Thy quiet ...
... COWPER'S Task . CIGAR - SMOKING . 1. In mind compos'd , he sucks : thick curling clouds Of smoke around his reeking temples play . Joyous he sits , and , impotent of thought , Puffs away care and sorrow from his heart . 2. Thy quiet ...
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... COWPER'S Task . 17. Night , sable goddess , from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world . YOUNG'S Night Thoughts . 18. Now the sun , so faintly glancing O'er the western hills ...
... COWPER'S Task . 17. Night , sable goddess , from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world . YOUNG'S Night Thoughts . 18. Now the sun , so faintly glancing O'er the western hills ...
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... COWPER'S Task . 3. His warm but simple home , where he enjoys , With her who shares his pleasure and his heart , Sweet converse . 4. Man , through all ages of revolving time , COWPER'S Task . Unchanging man , in every varying clime ...
... COWPER'S Task . 3. His warm but simple home , where he enjoys , With her who shares his pleasure and his heart , Sweet converse . 4. Man , through all ages of revolving time , COWPER'S Task . Unchanging man , in every varying clime ...
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A. B. WELBY AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES SPRAGUE charm cheek clouds COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE MOORE'S Lalla Rookh N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Page 153 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Page 479 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 472 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 337 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 342 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 322 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.
Page 210 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 93 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 195 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 409 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.