Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - Počet stran: 772 |
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Strana 47
... Death of Sir Walter Scott . Where sense with sound and ease with weight combine In the pure silver of Pope's ringing line ; Or where the pulse of man beats loud and strong In the frank flow of Dryden's lusty song . BULWER : New Timon ...
... Death of Sir Walter Scott . Where sense with sound and ease with weight combine In the pure silver of Pope's ringing line ; Or where the pulse of man beats loud and strong In the frank flow of Dryden's lusty song . BULWER : New Timon ...
Strana 48
... death of Richard , with an arrow slain . DRYDEN . Homer , whose name shall live in epic song , While music numbers , or while verse has feet . DRYDEN . Three poets , in three distant ages born , Greece , Italy , and England did adorn ...
... death of Richard , with an arrow slain . DRYDEN . Homer , whose name shall live in epic song , While music numbers , or while verse has feet . DRYDEN . Three poets , in three distant ages born , Greece , Italy , and England did adorn ...
Strana 61
... death . DRYDEN . I fought and fell like one , but death deceived me : I wanted weight of feeble Moors upon me , To crush my soul out . DRYDEN . Here Pallas urges on , and Lausus there ; Their congress in the field great Jove with ...
... death . DRYDEN . I fought and fell like one , but death deceived me : I wanted weight of feeble Moors upon me , To crush my soul out . DRYDEN . Here Pallas urges on , and Lausus there ; Their congress in the field great Jove with ...
Strana 64
... death I have not seen A beauty so deserving to be queen . DRYD The beauty I beheld has struck me dead ; Unknowingly she strikes , and kills by cha Poison is in her eyes , and death in ev'ry g DRYI What further fear of danger can there ...
... death I have not seen A beauty so deserving to be queen . DRYD The beauty I beheld has struck me dead ; Unknowingly she strikes , and kills by cha Poison is in her eyes , and death in ev'ry g DRYI What further fear of danger can there ...
Strana 110
... death consent , And not by striking first the blow prevent ? DRYDEN . He was stout of courage , strong of hand , Bold was his heart , and restless was his spright . FAIRFAX . Now if ' tis chiefly in the heart That courage doth itself ...
... death consent , And not by striking first the blow prevent ? DRYDEN . He was stout of courage , strong of hand , Bold was his heart , and restless was his spright . FAIRFAX . Now if ' tis chiefly in the heart That courage doth itself ...
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ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds bless breast breath bright BYRON charms Childe Harold clouds coursers COWLEY COWPER dark death delight DENHAM doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flowers fools gentle give glory golden grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras ISAAC WATTS JOANNA BAILLIE king light live look MILTON mind morning muse N. P. WILLIS nature ne'er never night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure POPE pow'r praise pride PRIOR ROSCOMMON round shade SHAKSPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars stream sweet SWIFT tears thee thine things THOMSON thou thought trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth РОРЕ
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Strana 393 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
Strana 433 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Strana 380 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Strana 97 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 720 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Strana 29 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Strana 297 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Strana 380 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Strana 105 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Strana 546 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.