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11 ABSENCE ( See also MEMORY ) Absence makes the heart grow fonder .
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY - Isle of Beauty . 25 12 Wives in their husbands '
absences grow subtler , And daughters sometimes run off with the butler .
BYRON ...
11 ABSENCE ( See also MEMORY ) Absence makes the heart grow fonder .
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY - Isle of Beauty . 25 12 Wives in their husbands '
absences grow subtler , And daughters sometimes run off with the butler .
BYRON ...
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22 What is it to grow old ? Is it to lose the glory of the form , The ... MATTHEW
ARNOLD Growing Old . 23 On one occasion some one put a very little wine
into a wine cooler , and said that it was sixteen years old . It is very small for its
age ...
22 What is it to grow old ? Is it to lose the glory of the form , The ... MATTHEW
ARNOLD Growing Old . 23 On one occasion some one put a very little wine
into a wine cooler , and said that it was sixteen years old . It is very small for its
age ...
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We hope to grow old and we dread old age ; that is to say , we love life and we
flee from death . LA BRUYÈRE Les Caractères . XI . 23 12 Peu de gens savent
être vieux . Few persons know how to be old . LA ROCHEFOUCAULD - Maximes
...
We hope to grow old and we dread old age ; that is to say , we love life and we
flee from death . LA BRUYÈRE Les Caractères . XI . 23 12 Peu de gens savent
être vieux . Few persons know how to be old . LA ROCHEFOUCAULD - Maximes
...
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( 1819 ) ( See also SCOTT ) 2 O , roses for the flush of youth , And laurel for the
perfect prime ; But pluck an ivy branch for me , Grown old before my time .
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI -Song . St. 1 . 3 I'm growing fonder of my staff ; I'm
growing ...
( 1819 ) ( See also SCOTT ) 2 O , roses for the flush of youth , And laurel for the
perfect prime ; But pluck an ivy branch for me , Grown old before my time .
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI -Song . St. 1 . 3 I'm growing fonder of my staff ; I'm
growing ...
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Ch . XIV . Heading . 4 It is the rust we value , not the gold ; Authors , like coins ,
grow dear as they grow old . POPE - Second Book of Horace . Ep . I. L. 35 . 18 5
E'en copious Dryden wanted , or forgot , The last and greatest art the art to blot
.
Ch . XIV . Heading . 4 It is the rust we value , not the gold ; Authors , like coins ,
grow dear as they grow old . POPE - Second Book of Horace . Ep . I. L. 35 . 18 5
E'en copious Dryden wanted , or forgot , The last and greatest art the art to blot
.
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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...
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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.
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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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