A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c1824 |
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الصفحة 6
... wretched soul , bruis'd with adversity , We bid be quiet , when we hear it cry ; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain , As much , or more , we should ourselves complain . 1 pray thee , cease thy counsel Which falls into mine ...
... wretched soul , bruis'd with adversity , We bid be quiet , when we hear it cry ; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain , As much , or more , we should ourselves complain . 1 pray thee , cease thy counsel Which falls into mine ...
الصفحة 10
... wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; 10 AMBITION .
... wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to , That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; 10 AMBITION .
الصفحة 30
... wretched being , Worse than the worst , content . My crown is in my heart , not on my head ; Not deck'd with diamonds , and Indian stones , Nor to be seen : my crown is called content ; A crown it is , that seldom kings enjoy . Most ...
... wretched being , Worse than the worst , content . My crown is in my heart , not on my head ; Not deck'd with diamonds , and Indian stones , Nor to be seen : my crown is called content ; A crown it is , that seldom kings enjoy . Most ...
الصفحة 42
... , ten times more , than tigers of Hyrcania Thou art come to answer A stony adversary , an inhuman wretch Uncapable of pity , void and empty From every dram of mercy . Neither bended knees , pure hands held up , Sad 42 CRUELTY .
... , ten times more , than tigers of Hyrcania Thou art come to answer A stony adversary , an inhuman wretch Uncapable of pity , void and empty From every dram of mercy . Neither bended knees , pure hands held up , Sad 42 CRUELTY .
الصفحة 46
... wretched , rash , intruding fool , farewell ! I took thee for thy better ; take thy fortune : Thou find'st , to be too busy , is some danger . DEATH . The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle , that we tread upon ...
... wretched , rash , intruding fool , farewell ! I took thee for thy better ; take thy fortune : Thou find'st , to be too busy , is some danger . DEATH . The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle , that we tread upon ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ambition art thou bear beauty blood bosom breath Busiris Cæsar cheek clouds Coriolanus Cowper's Task crown curse dare dead death deeds Doge of Venice dost doth dread dream Dryden's Duke of Guise earth Ev'n eyes fair Fair Penitent fear fool fortune friends gentle give grace grave grief Gustavus Vasa hand Hannah More's happy hate hath Havard's head heart heaven hell honour hour Ibid Jane Shore Joanna Baillie's king Lady Jane Grey live look lord Maturin's Bertram mercy Milton's Paradise Lost mind nature ne'er never noble o'er Otway's pale Paradise Regained passion peace Philotas pity poor Rowe's Sardanapalus Scanderbeg scorn shew sigh slave sleep smile soft sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamerlane tears tell thee thine things Thomson's Seasons-Spring thou art thou hast thousand thro tongue Venice Preserved virtue weep wind words wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 52 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep...
الصفحة 7 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
الصفحة 53 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
الصفحة 238 - Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
الصفحة 10 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
الصفحة 75 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
الصفحة 46 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
الصفحة 133 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
الصفحة 126 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
الصفحة 145 - 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.