A cyclopædia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams1853 - 733 ページ |
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... that poets sing , and grief hath known , Of hope laid waste , knells in that word - alone ! The New Timon . When musing on companions gone , We doubly deem ourselves alone . Scott . ALTERNATION . ALTITUDE . 31 ALTERNATION . So he ,
... that poets sing , and grief hath known , Of hope laid waste , knells in that word - alone ! The New Timon . When musing on companions gone , We doubly deem ourselves alone . Scott . ALTERNATION . ALTITUDE . 31 ALTERNATION . So he ,
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... hope to win by't ? I have no spur Shakspere . To prick the sides of my intent , but only Vaulting ambition , which o'erleaps itself , And falls on the other side . Shakspere . Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o ' the milk of ...
... hope to win by't ? I have no spur Shakspere . To prick the sides of my intent , but only Vaulting ambition , which o'erleaps itself , And falls on the other side . Shakspere . Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o ' the milk of ...
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... Hope , gay daughter of the sky ! And Faith , our early immortality ! Enter each mild , each amiable guest , Receive and wrap me in eternal rest . They see Pope . Through the dun mist , in blooming beauty fresh , Two lovely youths that ...
... Hope , gay daughter of the sky ! And Faith , our early immortality ! Enter each mild , each amiable guest , Receive and wrap me in eternal rest . They see Pope . Through the dun mist , in blooming beauty fresh , Two lovely youths that ...
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... hope brings greater joy . What then . remains last after past annoy , To take the good vicissitude of joy . 45 Donne , Dryden . Woe to poor man ! each outward thing annoys him ; He heaps on inward grief what most destroys him . With thy ...
... hope brings greater joy . What then . remains last after past annoy , To take the good vicissitude of joy . 45 Donne , Dryden . Woe to poor man ! each outward thing annoys him ; He heaps on inward grief what most destroys him . With thy ...
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... hope and fear Does arbitrate the event , my nature is That I incline to hope , rather than fear . Though heaven be shut , Shakspere . Shakspere . Milton . And heaven's high arbitrator sit secure In his own strength , this place may be ...
... hope and fear Does arbitrate the event , my nature is That I incline to hope , rather than fear . Though heaven be shut , Shakspere . Shakspere . Milton . And heaven's high arbitrator sit secure In his own strength , this place may be ...
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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.