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Thyself no more deceive , thy youth hath fled . PETRARCH - To Laura in Death .
Sonnet LXXXII . 5 16 The course of my long life hath reached at last , In fragile
bark o'er a tempestuous sea , The common harbor , where must rendered be ...
Thyself no more deceive , thy youth hath fled . PETRARCH - To Laura in Death .
Sonnet LXXXII . 5 16 The course of my long life hath reached at last , In fragile
bark o'er a tempestuous sea , The common harbor , where must rendered be ...
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Art hath an enemy called ignorance . BEN JONSON - Ěvery Man Out of his
Humour . Act I. Sc . 1 . The perfection of art is to conceal art . QUINTILIAN . 15 Die
Kunst ist zwar nicht das Brod , aber der Wein des Lebens . Art is indeed not the
bread ...
Art hath an enemy called ignorance . BEN JONSON - Ěvery Man Out of his
Humour . Act I. Sc . 1 . The perfection of art is to conceal art . QUINTILIAN . 15 Die
Kunst ist zwar nicht das Brod , aber der Wein des Lebens . Art is indeed not the
bread ...
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13 3 The Autumn is old ; The sere leaves are flying ; He hath gather'd up gold ,
And now he is dying ; Old age , begin sighing ! HOOD - Autumn . Thus sung the
shepherds till th ' approach of night , The skies yet blushing with departing light ...
13 3 The Autumn is old ; The sere leaves are flying ; He hath gather'd up gold ,
And now he is dying ; Old age , begin sighing ! HOOD - Autumn . Thus sung the
shepherds till th ' approach of night , The skies yet blushing with departing light ...
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15 Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight . Macbeth . Act III . Sc . 2. L. 40 . 16
On the ... 10 The barber's man hath been seen with him , and the old ornament of
his cheek hath already stuffed tennis - balls . Much Ado About Nothing . Act III .
15 Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight . Macbeth . Act III . Sc . 2. L. 40 . 16
On the ... 10 The barber's man hath been seen with him , and the old ornament of
his cheek hath already stuffed tennis - balls . Much Ado About Nothing . Act III .
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SENECA De Beneficiis . I. 6 . A bird of the air shall carry the voice , and that
which hath wings shall tell the matter . Ecclesiastes . X. 20 . ( See also HENRY IV
) 14 To warm their little loves the birds complain . GRAY Sonnet on the Death
of ...
SENECA De Beneficiis . I. 6 . A bird of the air shall carry the voice , and that
which hath wings shall tell the matter . Ecclesiastes . X. 20 . ( See also HENRY IV
) 14 To warm their little loves the birds complain . GRAY Sonnet on the Death
of ...
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Act III bear beauty better Canto comes dark dead death doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fame fate fear flowers fool fortune GEORGE give gold golden grave grow Hamlet hand happy hath head hear heart heaven Henry hope hour human JOHN keep kind King land leaves light lines live look Lord Lost man's mind morning nature never night o'er once pass peace play pleasure poets praise Quoted rest Richard rose round sing sleep Song soul spirit stars sweet tell thee things THOMAS thou thought trans true truth turn VIII wind wise
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Page 182 - But the right is more precious than peace, and we shall fight for the things which we have always carried nearest our hearts for democracy, for the right of those who submit to authority to have a voice in their own Governments, for the rights and liberties of small nations, for a universal dominion of right by such a concert of free peoples as shall bring peace and safety to all nations and make the world itself at last free.
Page 9 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Page 453 - O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain ! my Captain...
Page 335 - 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 3 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 229 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 622 - 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 382 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 337 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 421 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
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| Title | HOYT'S NEW CYCLOPEDIA OF PRACTICAL QUOTATIONS |
| Author | KATE LOUISE ROBERTS |
| Published | 1922 |
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