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Ye flowers that droop , forsaken by the spring ; Ye birds that , left by summer , cease to sing ; Ye trees that fade , when autumn heats remove , Say , is not absence death to those who love ? Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see ...
Ye flowers that droop , forsaken by the spring ; Ye birds that , left by summer , cease to sing ; Ye trees that fade , when autumn heats remove , Say , is not absence death to those who love ? Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see ...
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To let it out in books of all sorts , Folios , quartos , large and small sorts . Some steal a thought , And clip it round the edge , and challenge him Whose ' twas to swear to it . AUTUMN . Not Spring or Summer's beauty hath such grace ...
To let it out in books of all sorts , Folios , quartos , large and small sorts . Some steal a thought , And clip it round the edge , and challenge him Whose ' twas to swear to it . AUTUMN . Not Spring or Summer's beauty hath such grace ...
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From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks , Ten thousand little loves and graces spring . Rowe . ' Tis not a set of features , or complexion , The tincture of a skin that I admire : Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover , Fades in ...
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks , Ten thousand little loves and graces spring . Rowe . ' Tis not a set of features , or complexion , The tincture of a skin that I admire : Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover , Fades in ...
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The bloom of opening flowers ' unsullied beauty , Softness , and sweetest innocence she wears , And looks like nature in the world's first spring . The hand of time alone disarms Her face of its superfluous charms ; But adds , for every ...
The bloom of opening flowers ' unsullied beauty , Softness , and sweetest innocence she wears , And looks like nature in the world's first spring . The hand of time alone disarms Her face of its superfluous charms ; But adds , for every ...
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Even bees , the little alms - men of spring bowers , Know there is richest juice in poison - flowers . BEGINNING . Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy , unless , perhaps , the end ; For oftentimes , when Pegasus seems winning ...
Even bees , the little alms - men of spring bowers , Know there is richest juice in poison - flowers . BEGINNING . Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy , unless , perhaps , the end ; For oftentimes , when Pegasus seems winning ...
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bear beauty breath bright Butler Byron Cowper death doth Dryden earth eyes face fair fall fame fate fear feel flowers fools fortune give glory grace grave grow hand happy hath head heart heaven honour hope hour human John keep kind king leave light live look Lord lost man's Milton mind Moore nature never night o'er once pain passion peace pleasure poor Pope praise pride reason rich rise sense shine sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit spring stand strange sweet tears tell thee things Thomson thou thought tongue true truth turn virtue wind wise wish woman Young youth
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Page 452 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 395 - I'll read, his for his love,' XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green ; Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy : Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Page 337 - 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. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 269 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 188 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 164 - This England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, if England to itself do rest but true.
Page 121 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Page 129 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 270 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Page 494 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
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| Title | A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poets Online access with subscription: JISC Historical Texts |
| Author | Henry George Bohn |
| Compiled by | Henry George Bohn |
| Publisher | private distribution, 1867 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | Nov 1, 2007 |
| Length | 715 pages |
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