A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets: Based Upon Bohn's Edition Revised, Corrected, and Enlarged : Twelve Hundred Quotations Added from American Authors |
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... fear to fall . 110 Sir Walter Raleigh : Written in a Window Fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels : how can man then , The image of his Maker , hope to win by it ? 111 Shaks .: Henry VIII . Act iii . Sc . 2 I have ventur'd ...
... fear to fall . 110 Sir Walter Raleigh : Written in a Window Fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels : how can man then , The image of his Maker , hope to win by it ? 111 Shaks .: Henry VIII . Act iii . Sc . 2 I have ventur'd ...
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... fear to tread . 140 Pope : E. on Criticism . Pt . iii . Line 66 . The angels come and go , the messengers of God . Nor , though they fade from us , do they depart — It is the childly heart : We walk as heretofore , Adown their shining ...
... fear to tread . 140 Pope : E. on Criticism . Pt . iii . Line 66 . The angels come and go , the messengers of God . Nor , though they fade from us , do they depart — It is the childly heart : We walk as heretofore , Adown their shining ...
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... Fear . It is the part of men to fear and tremble , When the most mighty gods , by tokens , send Such dreadful heralds to astonish us . 216 Shaks .: Jul . Cæsar . Act i . Sc . 3 . -Hear it not , ye stars ! And thou , pale moon ! turn ...
... Fear . It is the part of men to fear and tremble , When the most mighty gods , by tokens , send Such dreadful heralds to astonish us . 216 Shaks .: Jul . Cæsar . Act i . Sc . 3 . -Hear it not , ye stars ! And thou , pale moon ! turn ...
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... fear , to hope , to pray , To lift the latch , and force the way ; And better had they ne'er been born , Who read to doubt , or read to scorn . 394 BIGOTRY . Scott : Monastery . Ch . xii . Sure ' tis an orthodox opinion , That grace is ...
... fear , to hope , to pray , To lift the latch , and force the way ; And better had they ne'er been born , Who read to doubt , or read to scorn . 394 BIGOTRY . Scott : Monastery . Ch . xii . Sure ' tis an orthodox opinion , That grace is ...
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... fear a flaming sword ; Gentle comrades , kind advisers ; friends , comforts , treas- ures , Helps , governments , diversities of tongues ; who can weigh your worth ? 449 Tupper : Proverbial Phil . Of Reading . When , with gloomy fears ...
... fear a flaming sword ; Gentle comrades , kind advisers ; friends , comforts , treas- ures , Helps , governments , diversities of tongues ; who can weigh your worth ? 449 Tupper : Proverbial Phil . Of Reading . When , with gloomy fears ...
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Page 180 - 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.
Page 6 - 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.
Page 339 - 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.
Page 157 - 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.
Page 525 - 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.
Page 110 - 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...
Page 7 - 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!
Page 440 - 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.
Page 619 - 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...
Page 252 - 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.