A cyclopædia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams |
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... tedium of an otherwise dull journey , by storing the memory with the noble and
exalted thoughts — truly “ thoughts that breathe , ” embodied in “ words that burn ,
” — which we have taken the pains to collect for his pleasure and edification .
... tedium of an otherwise dull journey , by storing the memory with the noble and
exalted thoughts — truly “ thoughts that breathe , ” embodied in “ words that burn ,
” — which we have taken the pains to collect for his pleasure and edification .
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... Like vernal ground to sabbath sunshine left , " there to delight themselves with
the beauties of some favourite author — to walk with Poesy in her serene retreats
, and to indulge in those " sweet PREFACE . pleasures ” that “ to verse belong ;
... Like vernal ground to sabbath sunshine left , " there to delight themselves with
the beauties of some favourite author — to walk with Poesy in her serene retreats
, and to indulge in those " sweet PREFACE . pleasures ” that “ to verse belong ;
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PREFACE . pleasures ” that “ to verse belong ; ” but there are yet more who
would gladly do this , were they not “ Chained to the desk , the world ' s unwilling
slaves , ” or in some other way so fully engaged in working out the great problem
of ...
PREFACE . pleasures ” that “ to verse belong ; ” but there are yet more who
would gladly do this , were they not “ Chained to the desk , the world ' s unwilling
slaves , ” or in some other way so fully engaged in working out the great problem
of ...
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All in whom the chords of feeling Have been woken by the touch Of some angel
power , revealing Grief or pleasure over - much ; All who are by aspirations
Glorious and lofty swayed ; All whose thoughts are like oblations On a heavenly
altar ...
All in whom the chords of feeling Have been woken by the touch Of some angel
power , revealing Grief or pleasure over - much ; All who are by aspirations
Glorious and lofty swayed ; All whose thoughts are like oblations On a heavenly
altar ...
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How like a winter hath my absence been From thee , the pleasure of the fleeting
year ! What freezings have I felt , what dark days seen , What cold December
barrenness everywhere . Shakspere . From you have I been absent in the spring
...
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee , the pleasure of the fleeting
year ! What freezings have I felt , what dark days seen , What cold December
barrenness everywhere . Shakspere . From you have I been absent in the spring
...
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513 ページ - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
631 ページ - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
121 ページ - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off; and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And Wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
501 ページ - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
120 ページ - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
40 ページ - O th' exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
368 ページ - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
80 ページ - 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.
262 ページ - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
581 ページ - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.