Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Elegant Extracts on Every Subject, Volume 1Lindsay & Blakiston, 1847 - 506 pages |
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... Pleasure 231 Revenge . Poetry 449 Ridicule Politeness 240 Right Politics 454 Rivers Popularity 51 Rogue Portrait 440 Romance Poverty 344 Royalty ... Power 308 Rudeness Praise 274 Ruin Prayer 455 Rumor .. Preferment .. 458 Rural Scenes ...
... Pleasure 231 Revenge . Poetry 449 Ridicule Politeness 240 Right Politics 454 Rivers Popularity 51 Rogue Portrait 440 Romance Poverty 344 Royalty ... Power 308 Rudeness Praise 274 Ruin Prayer 455 Rumor .. Preferment .. 458 Rural Scenes ...
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... pleasure when redrest . GOLDSMITH . 18. Each breast , however fortified , By courage , apathy , or pride , Has still one secret path for thee , Man's subtle foe - Adversity . MRS . HOLFORD's Margaret of Anjou 19. The good are better ...
... pleasure when redrest . GOLDSMITH . 18. Each breast , however fortified , By courage , apathy , or pride , Has still one secret path for thee , Man's subtle foe - Adversity . MRS . HOLFORD's Margaret of Anjou 19. The good are better ...
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... Pleasures of Hope . 12. Although my heart in earlier youth Might kindle with more warm desire , Believe me , I have gain'd in truth Much more than I have lost in fire . What was but passion's sigh before , Has since been turn'd to ...
... Pleasures of Hope . 12. Although my heart in earlier youth Might kindle with more warm desire , Believe me , I have gain'd in truth Much more than I have lost in fire . What was but passion's sigh before , Has since been turn'd to ...
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... pleasures sicken , and all glories sink . POPE'S Essay on Man . 5. He spoke , and bow'd ; with muttering jaws The wondering circle grinn'd applause . 6 . The noisy praise Of giddy crowds is changeable as winds ; Still vehement , and ...
... pleasures sicken , and all glories sink . POPE'S Essay on Man . 5. He spoke , and bow'd ; with muttering jaws The wondering circle grinn'd applause . 6 . The noisy praise Of giddy crowds is changeable as winds ; Still vehement , and ...
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... pleasure that can never pall ; Theirs is the best bower - anchor , the chain cable , Which holds fast other pleasures great and small . 5 BYRON'S Don Juan . 13 . 14 . Sound him with gold ; '
... pleasure that can never pall ; Theirs is the best bower - anchor , the chain cable , Which holds fast other pleasures great and small . 5 BYRON'S Don Juan . 13 . 14 . Sound him with gold ; '
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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 BYRON'S Two Foscari CARLOS WILCOX charms cheek clouds Comus 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 GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village grace grief hath heart heaven hope J. G. PERCIVAL J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind mirth MOORE 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 tongue 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 477 - 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 141 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 470 - 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 386 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 340 - 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 320 - 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 455 - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
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...