Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - 772 páginas |
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... youth ? Impartial Proserpine beholds the truth ; And laughing at so vain and fond a task , Will strip thy hoary noddle of its mask . ADDISON . We'll mutually forget The warmth of youth and frowardness of age . ADDISON . Young men soon ...
... youth ? Impartial Proserpine beholds the truth ; And laughing at so vain and fond a task , Will strip thy hoary noddle of its mask . ADDISON . We'll mutually forget The warmth of youth and frowardness of age . ADDISON . Young men soon ...
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... youth art sought , And with age purchased , art too dearly bought : We're past the use of wit for which we toil : Late fruit , and planted in too cold a soil . DRYDEN . Our green youth copies what grey sinners act , When age commends ...
... youth art sought , And with age purchased , art too dearly bought : We're past the use of wit for which we toil : Late fruit , and planted in too cold a soil . DRYDEN . Our green youth copies what grey sinners act , When age commends ...
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... youth of labour with an age of ease ! GOLDSMITH : Deserted Village . Alike all ages . Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; And the gay grandsire , skill'd in gestic lore , Has frisk'd beneath the ...
... youth of labour with an age of ease ! GOLDSMITH : Deserted Village . Alike all ages . Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; And the gay grandsire , skill'd in gestic lore , Has frisk'd beneath the ...
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... youth , I'll love it o'er again in age . PRIOR . Kindness itself too weak a charm will prove To raise the feeble ... Youth , talents , beauty thus decay , And leave us dark , forlorn , and gray . SIR W. SCOTT : Marmion . Thou hast not ...
... youth , I'll love it o'er again in age . PRIOR . Kindness itself too weak a charm will prove To raise the feeble ... Youth , talents , beauty thus decay , And leave us dark , forlorn , and gray . SIR W. SCOTT : Marmion . Thou hast not ...
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... Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears , Than settled age his sables and his weeds , Importing health and graveness . SHAKSPEARE . How ill white hairs become a fool and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a ...
... Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears , Than settled age his sables and his weeds , Importing health and graveness . SHAKSPEARE . How ill white hairs become a fool and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds bless breast breath bright BYRON charms Childe Harold clouds coursers COWLEY COWPER dark death delight DENHAM doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flowers fools gentle give glory golden grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras ISAAC WATTS JOANNA BAILLIE king light live look MILTON mind morning muse N. P. WILLIS nature ne'er never night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure POPE pow'r praise pride PRIOR ROSCOMMON round shade SHAKSPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars stream sweet SWIFT tears thee thine things THOMSON thou thought trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth РОРЕ
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Página 393 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
Página 433 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Página 380 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 97 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 720 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 29 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Página 297 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Página 380 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 105 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Página 546 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.