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... grows , And flow'rs aloft shading the fount of life . MILTON - Paradise Lost . Bk . III . L. 353 . 3 Amaranths such as ... grow to what they seem . GOLDSMITH - The Traveller . L. 266 . 13 For all may have , If they dare try , a glorious ...
... grows , And flow'rs aloft shading the fount of life . MILTON - Paradise Lost . Bk . III . L. 353 . 3 Amaranths such as ... grow to what they seem . GOLDSMITH - The Traveller . L. 266 . 13 For all may have , If they dare try , a glorious ...
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... grow dear as they grow old . POPE Second Book of Horace . Ep . I. L. 35 . 18 E'en copious Dryden wanted , or forgot , The last and greatest art -- the art to blot . POPE Second Book of Horace . Ep.I. L.280 . 19 Whether the darken'd room ...
... grow dear as they grow old . POPE Second Book of Horace . Ep . I. L. 35 . 18 E'en copious Dryden wanted , or forgot , The last and greatest art -- the art to blot . POPE Second Book of Horace . Ep.I. L.280 . 19 Whether the darken'd room ...
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... grow . WORDSWORTH - Poetical Works . Personal Talk . 19 Up ! up ! my Friend , and quit your books , Or surely you'll grow double ; Up ! up ! my Friend , and clear your looks ; Why all this toil and trouble ? WORDSWORTH - The Tables ...
... grow . WORDSWORTH - Poetical Works . Personal Talk . 19 Up ! up ! my Friend , and quit your books , Or surely you'll grow double ; Up ! up ! my Friend , and clear your looks ; Why all this toil and trouble ? WORDSWORTH - The Tables ...
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... grown gray from thy breath ; We have drunken from things Lethean , And fed on the fullness of death . SWINBURNE ... grow all to be pork - eaters , we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money . Merchant of Venice . Act ...
... grown gray from thy breath ; We have drunken from things Lethean , And fed on the fullness of death . SWINBURNE ... grow all to be pork - eaters , we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money . Merchant of Venice . Act ...
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... Grow - Old , with your heart of gold And the dear boy's face upon you ; It is hard to tell , though we know it well , That the grass is growing upon you . ALICE FLEMING Spion Kop . 6 A dying man can do nothing easy . FRANKLIN Last Words ...
... Grow - Old , with your heart of gold And the dear boy's face upon you ; It is hard to tell , though we know it well , That the grass is growing upon you . ALICE FLEMING Spion Kop . 6 A dying man can do nothing easy . FRANKLIN Last Words ...
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BAILEY-Festus beauty better BYRON BYRON-Don Juan Canto CERVANTES-Don Quixote CHRISTINA G CICERO Cymbeline dark dead death doth dream earth eyes fair fame fate fear flowers fool fortune GEORGE give gold golden GOLDSMITH-The grave Hamlet hand happy hath heart heaven Henry Henry IV Henry VI HOMER-Iliad hope HORACE Carmina JOHN Julius Cæsar King King Lear kiss light live Lord Love's Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth man's MARTIAL-Epigrams Melancholy Merchant of Venice MILTON-Paradise Lost mind nature ne'er never night o'er peace pleasure poets POPE POPE-Essay POPE'S trans praise Prayer Proverbs quam quod Quoted Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet rose SAMUEL Satires sing sleep smile Song soul stars sweet thee things thou Timon of Athens Troilus and Cressida truth VIII wind wise YOUNG-Night Thoughts
Popular passages
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.