Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern LiteratureLittle, Brown, 1903 - 1158 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 33
... head . A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.8 1 The main chance . - Page 308 . Page 314 . SHAKESPEARE : 1 Henry VI . act i . sc . 1. BUTLER : Hudibras , part ii . canto ii . DRYDEN : Persius , satire vi . 2 See Heywood , page ...
... head . A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.8 1 The main chance . - Page 308 . Page 314 . SHAKESPEARE : 1 Henry VI . act i . sc . 1. BUTLER : Hudibras , part ii . canto ii . DRYDEN : Persius , satire vi . 2 See Heywood , page ...
الصفحة 51
... head to the sole of his foot , 1 he is all mirth . Every one can master a grief but he that has it . Are you good men and true ? To be a well - favoured man is the gift of fortune ; to write and read comes by nature . The most senseless ...
... head to the sole of his foot , 1 he is all mirth . Every one can master a grief but he that has it . Are you good men and true ? To be a well - favoured man is the gift of fortune ; to write and read comes by nature . The most senseless ...
الصفحة 55
... head . Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 2 . He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper , as it were ; he hath not drunk ink . Ibid . Many can brook the weather that love not the wind . Ibid . You two are book ...
... head . Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 2 . He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper , as it were ; he hath not drunk ink . Ibid . Many can brook the weather that love not the wind . Ibid . You two are book ...
الصفحة 89
... head that wears a crown . Act iii . Sc . 1 . Ibid . Ibid . Death , as the Psalmist saith , is certain to all ; all shall die . How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair ? Sc . 2 . Accommodated ; that is , when a man is , as they say ...
... head that wears a crown . Act iii . Sc . 1 . Ibid . Ibid . Death , as the Psalmist saith , is certain to all ; all shall die . How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair ? Sc . 2 . Accommodated ; that is , when a man is , as they say ...
الصفحة 90
... head fantastically carved upon it with a knife . We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man . Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 2 . I may justly say , with the hook - nosed fellow of Rome , " I came , saw , and overcame . " Sc . 3 . He hath a ...
... head fantastically carved upon it with a knife . We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man . Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 2 . I may justly say , with the hook - nosed fellow of Rome , " I came , saw , and overcame . " Sc . 3 . He hath a ...
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Amphitryon Anatomy of Melancholy angels BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty better blessed Book breath Cæsar Canto Chap Chaucer Childe Harold's Pilgrimage dead dear death Devil DIOGENES LAERTIUS Don Quixote doth dream Dryden earth Epistle evil Fable fair fear fire flower fool Frag give glory grave hand happy hast hath heart heaven Henry Heywood honour hope Hudibras Ibia Ibid JOHN King Lady light Line live look Lord man's Maxim mind morning Nature ne'er never night numbers o'er peace pleasure Plutarch Pope proverb Publius Syrus RABELAIS Richard III Sect Shakespeare sing sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul speak Speech spirit Stanza stars sweet Tale tears thee Themistocles thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thought tongue translation truth unto viii virtue wind wise woman words youth
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الصفحة 322 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
الصفحة 108 - As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
الصفحة 62 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
الصفحة 138 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
الصفحة 115 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
الصفحة 155 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
الصفحة 465 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
الصفحة 112 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit...
الصفحة 75 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
الصفحة 572 - Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.