Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes : Authors, 550 ; Subjects, 435 ; Quotations, 13,600, Volume 1873 |
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... grow . GAY . Cheerful at morn , he wakes from short repose , Breathes the keen air , and carols as he goes . GOLDSMITH : Traveller . Ill fares the land , to hast'ning ills a prey , Where wealth accumulates and men decay ; Princes and ...
... grow . GAY . Cheerful at morn , he wakes from short repose , Breathes the keen air , and carols as he goes . GOLDSMITH : Traveller . Ill fares the land , to hast'ning ills a prey , Where wealth accumulates and men decay ; Princes and ...
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... grow , Winds from all quarters oppositely blow . The labour'd ox In his loose traces from the furrow came , And the swink'd hedger at his supper sat . MAY . MILTON . Nor are the ways alike in all Or if the earlier season lead How to ...
... grow , Winds from all quarters oppositely blow . The labour'd ox In his loose traces from the furrow came , And the swink'd hedger at his supper sat . MAY . MILTON . Nor are the ways alike in all Or if the earlier season lead How to ...
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... growing tow'rs like exhalations rise , And the huge columns heave into the skies . The fool hath planted in his ... Grow pale at hideous fictions of our own ? DR . J. ARMSTRONG : Art of Preserving Health . His pensive cheek upon his ...
... growing tow'rs like exhalations rise , And the huge columns heave into the skies . The fool hath planted in his ... Grow pale at hideous fictions of our own ? DR . J. ARMSTRONG : Art of Preserving Health . His pensive cheek upon his ...
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... grow , Cremona now shall ever boast thy name , As next in place to Mantua , next to fame . POPE . To Cato , Virgil paid one honest line : O let my country's friends illumine mine . POPE . When first young Maro sung of kings and wars ...
... grow , Cremona now shall ever boast thy name , As next in place to Mantua , next to fame . POPE . To Cato , Virgil paid one honest line : O let my country's friends illumine mine . POPE . When first young Maro sung of kings and wars ...
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... grow pale , And miss the pleasures of a glorious meal ? For this , in rags accoutred are they seen , And made the ... Grows a fop as fast as e'er he can , Every scribbling man Prunes up , and asks his oracle the glass If pink or purple ...
... grow pale , And miss the pleasures of a glorious meal ? For this , in rags accoutred are they seen , And made the ... Grows a fop as fast as e'er he can , Every scribbling man Prunes up , and asks his oracle the glass If pink or purple ...
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Page 395 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
Page 435 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Page 572 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 382 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 429 - 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 159 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Page 274 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 29 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 299 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 382 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...