HOYT'S NEW CYCLOPEDIA OF PRACTICAL QUOTATIONS |
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Sufficient to have stood , though free to fall . Au demeurant , le meilleur fils du
monde . MILTON — Paradise Lost . Bk . III . L. 99 . In other respects the best
fellow in the world . 15 CLEMENT MAROT — Letter to Francis 1 . For
contemplation he ...
Sufficient to have stood , though free to fall . Au demeurant , le meilleur fils du
monde . MILTON — Paradise Lost . Bk . III . L. 99 . In other respects the best
fellow in the world . 15 CLEMENT MAROT — Letter to Francis 1 . For
contemplation he ...
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... Supplied with cant the lack of Christian grace ; The desire of power in excess
caused the angels to fall ; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall ;
but in charity there is no excess , neither can angel or man come in danger by it .
... Supplied with cant the lack of Christian grace ; The desire of power in excess
caused the angels to fall ; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall ;
but in charity there is no excess , neither can angel or man come in danger by it .
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20 O friends , be men , and let your hearts be strong , And let no warrior in the
heat of fight Do what may bring him shame in others ' eyes ; For more of those
who shrink from shame are safe Than fall in battle , while with those who flee Is ...
20 O friends , be men , and let your hearts be strong , And let no warrior in the
heat of fight Do what may bring him shame in others ' eyes ; For more of those
who shrink from shame are safe Than fall in battle , while with those who flee Is ...
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You fall upon the rock Scylla desiring to avoid the whirlpool Charybdis .
PAILLIPPE GAULTIER DE LILLE ( " D. Chatillon ” ) . Alexandriad . Bk . V. 298.
Found in the Menagiana . Ed . by BERTRAND DE LA MONNOIE . ( 1715 ) Source
said to be ...
You fall upon the rock Scylla desiring to avoid the whirlpool Charybdis .
PAILLIPPE GAULTIER DE LILLE ( " D. Chatillon ” ) . Alexandriad . Bk . V. 298.
Found in the Menagiana . Ed . by BERTRAND DE LA MONNOIE . ( 1715 ) Source
said to be ...
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15 2 3 18 19 When I shun Scylla , your father , I fall into Wer nichts waget der darf
nichts hoffen . Charybdis , your mother . Who dares nothing , need hope for
nothing . Merchant of Venice . Act III . Sc . 5. L. 18 . SCHILLER - Don Carlos .
15 2 3 18 19 When I shun Scylla , your father , I fall into Wer nichts waget der darf
nichts hoffen . Charybdis , your mother . Who dares nothing , need hope for
nothing . Merchant of Venice . Act III . Sc . 5. L. 18 . SCHILLER - Don Carlos .
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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.