A Collection of Familiar Quotations: With Complete Indices of Authors and SubjectsJohn Bartlett, 1856 - 358 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 110
... Line 10 . Or if Sion hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook , that flowed Fast by the oracle of God . Book i . Line 22 . What in me is dark , Illumine ; what is low , raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument ...
... Line 10 . Or if Sion hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook , that flowed Fast by the oracle of God . Book i . Line 22 . What in me is dark , Illumine ; what is low , raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument ...
الصفحة 111
... Line 249 . Farewell , happy fields , Where joy forever dwells ! Hail horrors ; hail . Book i . Line 253 . A mind not to be changed by place or time . The mind is its own place , and in itself Can make a heaven of hell , a hell of heaven ...
... Line 249 . Farewell , happy fields , Where joy forever dwells ! Hail horrors ; hail . Book i . Line 253 . A mind not to be changed by place or time . The mind is its own place , and in itself Can make a heaven of hell , a hell of heaven ...
الصفحة 112
... Line 550 . In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders . Book i . Line 591 . His form had yet not lost All her original brightness , nor appeared Less than arch - angel ruined , and th ' excess Of glory obscured ...
... Line 550 . In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders . Book i . Line 591 . His form had yet not lost All her original brightness , nor appeared Less than arch - angel ruined , and th ' excess Of glory obscured ...
الصفحة 113
... Line 112 . But all was false and hollow , though his tongue Dropped manna ; and could make the worse appear The better reason , to perplex and dash Maturest counsels . Book ii . Line 300 . With grave Aspéct he rose , and in his rising ...
... Line 112 . But all was false and hollow , though his tongue Dropped manna ; and could make the worse appear The better reason , to perplex and dash Maturest counsels . Book ii . Line 300 . With grave Aspéct he rose , and in his rising ...
الصفحة 114
... Line 681 . Whence and what art thou , execrable shape ? Book ii . Line 845 . And Death Grinned horrible a ghastly smile , to hear His famine should be filled . Book ii . Line 995 . With ruin upon ruin , rout on rout , Confusion worse ...
... Line 681 . Whence and what art thou , execrable shape ? Book ii . Line 845 . And Death Grinned horrible a ghastly smile , to hear His famine should be filled . Book ii . Line 995 . With ruin upon ruin , rout on rout , Confusion worse ...
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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL angels beauty Ben Jonson blow Book viii breath bright Canto Chapter cheek Continued CORINTHIANS dead dear death Devil divine doth Double Falsehood dream Dunciad earth Epistle Epitaph Essay evil eyes fair faith fancy Farewell fear fire fools FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER give grave Hamlet-Continued hand happy hath heart heaven honor hope Hudibras JOHN Julius Cæsar KING HENRY King Henry IV light Line lips live look Lord MATTHEW MATTHEW PRIOR mind nature ne'er never Night numbers o'er Paradise pleasure poor praise Prologue PROVERBS PSALM Richard Richard III ROMANS SAMUEL Satire shining sigh sleep smile Song sorrow soul spirit Stanza sweet tale tears thee There's things Thomas THOMAS CAREW THOMAS SOUTHERN thought to-morrow tongue truth unto virtue wind wise woman words youth
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الصفحة 107 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
الصفحة 23 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
الصفحة 41 - And often did beguile her of her tears When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
الصفحة 96 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
الصفحة 23 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
الصفحة 107 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days. And their glad animal movements, all gone by) To me was all in all: I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood. Their colors 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.
الصفحة 37 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
الصفحة 31 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
الصفحة 41 - 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,— No more ; — and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream ; — ay, there 's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off...
الصفحة 109 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.