A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets: Based Upon Bohn's Edition Revised, Corrected, and Enlarged : Twelve Hundred Quotations Added from American AuthorsThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1911 - 761 ページ |
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... season of the year , And every quickened pulse shall beat , Your footsteps in the grass to hear , And feel your kisses soft and sweet . 189 Alice Cary : April Phoebe Cary : Spring After the Wer Come up , April , through the valley , In ...
... season of the year , And every quickened pulse shall beat , Your footsteps in the grass to hear , And feel your kisses soft and sweet . 189 Alice Cary : April Phoebe Cary : Spring After the Wer Come up , April , through the valley , In ...
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... Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch - eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees , And ...
... Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch - eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees , And ...
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... season the Summer of All - Saints ! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light ; and the landscape Lay as if new - created in all the freshness of childhood . Peace seemed to reign upon earth , and the restless heart of the ...
... season the Summer of All - Saints ! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light ; and the landscape Lay as if new - created in all the freshness of childhood . Peace seemed to reign upon earth , and the restless heart of the ...
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... season fly . 275 Pope : Moral Essays . Epis . iii . Line 169 . Wealth in the gross is death , but life diffus'd , As poison heals , in just proportion us'd ; In heaps , like ambergris , a stink it lies , But well dispers'd , is incense ...
... season fly . 275 Pope : Moral Essays . Epis . iii . Line 169 . Wealth in the gross is death , but life diffus'd , As poison heals , in just proportion us'd ; In heaps , like ambergris , a stink it lies , But well dispers'd , is incense ...
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... God , to me's extinct , And all her various objects of delight Annul'd , which might in part my grief have eas'd . 417 Milton : Samson Agonistes Line 67 Thus with the year Seasons return , but not to BIRTHDAY 47 · BLINDNESS .
... God , to me's extinct , And all her various objects of delight Annul'd , which might in part my grief have eas'd . 417 Milton : Samson Agonistes Line 67 Thus with the year Seasons return , but not to BIRTHDAY 47 · BLINDNESS .
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180 ページ - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
6 ページ - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
339 ページ - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
157 ページ - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
525 ページ - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
110 ページ - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
7 ページ - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
440 ページ - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
619 ページ - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
252 ページ - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st 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.