A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American PoetsT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1911 - 761 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 23
... spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth . 214 ASSURANCE . Shaks .: Troil . and Cress . Act iv . Sc . 5 I'll make assurance double sure , And take a bond of fate . 215 Shaks .: Macbeth . Act iv . Sc . 1 . ASTONISHMENT- - see ...
... spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth . 214 ASSURANCE . Shaks .: Troil . and Cress . Act iv . Sc . 5 I'll make assurance double sure , And take a bond of fate . 215 Shaks .: Macbeth . Act iv . Sc . 1 . ASTONISHMENT- - see ...
الصفحة 35
... spirit have so fair a house , Good things will strive to dwell with it . 313 Shaks .: M. of Venice . Act i . Sc . 1 . Shaks .: Tempest . Act i . Sc . 2 . Shaks .: Venus and A. 485 And as the bright sun glorifies the sky , So is her face ...
... spirit have so fair a house , Good things will strive to dwell with it . 313 Shaks .: M. of Venice . Act i . Sc . 1 . Shaks .: Tempest . Act i . Sc . 2 . Shaks .: Venus and A. 485 And as the bright sun glorifies the sky , So is her face ...
الصفحة 41
... spirit in the kindling glance Of pure and lofty beauty , which doth quell Each darker passion ; and as heroes fell Before the terror of Minerva's lance So beauty , arm'd with virtue bows the soul With a commanding but a sweet control ...
... spirit in the kindling glance Of pure and lofty beauty , which doth quell Each darker passion ; and as heroes fell Before the terror of Minerva's lance So beauty , arm'd with virtue bows the soul With a commanding but a sweet control ...
الصفحة 55
... limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific - -- have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this ? 491 William Cullen Bryant : The Prairios Spirit that breathest through my lattice , thou That cool'st.
... limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific - -- have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this ? 491 William Cullen Bryant : The Prairios Spirit that breathest through my lattice , thou That cool'st.
الصفحة 56
Henry George Bohn, Anna Lydia Ward. Spirit that breathest through my lattice , thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day , Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play , Riding all day ...
Henry George Bohn, Anna Lydia Ward. Spirit that breathest through my lattice , thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day , Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play , Riding all day ...
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beauty breath bright Butler Byron Cæsar Canto Churchill clouds Cowper dark dead death Don Juan doth dream Dryden earth Epis eyes Fables fair fear Festus flowers fool George Eliot give glory Goldsmith grace grave grief grow Hamlet hand hast hath heart heaven Henry Vaughan Henry VI Henry VIII honor hour Hudibras INDEX TO QUOTATIONS Jean Ingelow Joanna Baillie King King Lear kiss light Line live Longfellow look Lost Love's Macbeth Milton mind Moral Essays morning nature ne'er never Night Thoughts numbers o'er Othello pain passion peace pleasure Pope praise Richard Richard III Robert Browning Satire Shaks shine sigh silent sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul stars sweet T. B. Aldrich tears Tennyson thine things Thomson thou art tongue truth Venice virtue William Cullen Bryant wind wings wise woman words Young
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الصفحة 6 - 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 honors 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.
الصفحة 339 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
الصفحة 525 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
الصفحة 287 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
الصفحة 135 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she...
الصفحة 48 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
الصفحة 440 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
الصفحة 526 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
الصفحة 252 - 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.
الصفحة 433 - 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.