Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and Phrases In Common Use: Chiefly from English AuthorsJohn Bartlett Little, Brown and Company, 1865 - Počet stran: 480 |
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... face shalt thou eat bread . ..... For dust thou art , and unto dust shalt thou return . Am I my brother's keeper ? Gen. iii . 19 . Gen. iv . 9 . My punishment is greater than I can bear . Gen. iv . 13 . Gen. vi . 4 . There were giants ...
... face shalt thou eat bread . ..... For dust thou art , and unto dust shalt thou return . Am I my brother's keeper ? Gen. iii . 19 . Gen. iv . 9 . My punishment is greater than I can bear . Gen. iv . 13 . Gen. vi . 4 . There were giants ...
Strana 12
... faces of the poor . Is . iii . 15 . To the law and to the testimony . The wolf also shall dwell with the the leopard shall lie down with the kid . Is . viii . 20 . lamb , and Is . xi . 6 . How art thou fallen from heaven , O Lucifer ...
... faces of the poor . Is . iii . 15 . To the law and to the testimony . The wolf also shall dwell with the the leopard shall lie down with the kid . Is . viii . 20 . lamb , and Is . xi . 6 . How art thou fallen from heaven , O Lucifer ...
Strana 27
... face , As the great eye of heaven , shined bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place . Book i . Canto iii . St. 4 . Entire affection hateth nicer hands . Book i . Canto viii . St. 40 . That darksome cave they enter , where they ...
... face , As the great eye of heaven , shined bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place . Book i . Canto iii . St. 4 . Entire affection hateth nicer hands . Book i . Canto viii . St. 40 . That darksome cave they enter , where they ...
Strana 28
... face The lineaments of gospel - books . Elegiac on a Friend's Passion for his Astrophell . ✝ Full little knowest thou that hast not tride , What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To loose good dayes that might be better spent , To ...
... face The lineaments of gospel - books . Elegiac on a Friend's Passion for his Astrophell . ✝ Full little knowest thou that hast not tride , What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To loose good dayes that might be better spent , To ...
Strana 38
... face ; a thousand innocent shames , In angel whiteness , bear away those blushes . Act iv . Sc . 1 . Act iv . Sc . 1 . The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination . Into the eye and prospect of his soul . Act ...
... face ; a thousand innocent shames , In angel whiteness , bear away those blushes . Act iv . Sc . 1 . Act iv . Sc . 1 . The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination . Into the eye and prospect of his soul . Act ...
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Strana 105 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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 porpentine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strana 243 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Strana 352 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strana 147 - Satan except, none higher sat, with grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air...
Strana 249 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Strana 96 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Strana 101 - gainst that season comes Wherein our saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares 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.
Strana 78 - 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 dishonorable graves.
Strana 287 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Strana 373 - And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.