Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Elegant Extracts on Every Subject, Volume 1 |
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... wind but whispers of thy name , And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon , But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale Of thee . PROCTOR'S Mirandola . 5. What tender strains of passion can impart The pangs of absence to an amorous ...
... wind but whispers of thy name , And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon , But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale Of thee . PROCTOR'S Mirandola . 5. What tender strains of passion can impart The pangs of absence to an amorous ...
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... winds still sigh'd - beloved , fare thee well ! MRS . C. H. W. ESLING . 18. We parted in sadness , but spoke not of parting ; We talk'd not of hopes that we both must resign ; I saw not her eyes , and but one tear - drop starting Fell ...
... winds still sigh'd - beloved , fare thee well ! MRS . C. H. W. ESLING . 18. We parted in sadness , but spoke not of parting ; We talk'd not of hopes that we both must resign ; I saw not her eyes , and but one tear - drop starting Fell ...
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... winds and thunder cleanse the air , So working bees settle and purge the wine ; So lopp'd and pruned trees do flourish fair ; So doth the fire the drossy gold refine . SPENSER'S Fairy Queen . 2. " Tis barbarous to insult a fallen foe ...
... winds and thunder cleanse the air , So working bees settle and purge the wine ; So lopp'd and pruned trees do flourish fair ; So doth the fire the drossy gold refine . SPENSER'S Fairy Queen . 2. " Tis barbarous to insult a fallen foe ...
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... wind . BYRON'S Don Juan . 14. Longings sublime and aspirations high . BYRON'S Don Juan . 15. What millions died , that Cæsar might be great ! 16. Press on ! for it is godlike to unloose 17 . The spirit , and forget yourself in thought ...
... wind . BYRON'S Don Juan . 14. Longings sublime and aspirations high . BYRON'S Don Juan . 15. What millions died , that Cæsar might be great ! 16. Press on ! for it is godlike to unloose 17 . The spirit , and forget yourself in thought ...
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... wind was down , but still the sea ran high . BYRON'S Don Juan . 15. Patience ! -Hence - that word was made For brutes of burden , not for birds of prey ; Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine , — I am not of thine order . 16. All ...
... wind was down , but still the sea ran high . BYRON'S Don Juan . 15. Patience ! -Hence - that word was made For brutes of burden , not for birds of prey ; Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine , — I am not of thine order . 16. All ...
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A. B. WELBY AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES SPRAGUE charm cheek clouds COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE MOORE'S Lalla Rookh N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Page 153 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Page 479 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 472 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 337 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 342 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 322 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.
Page 210 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 93 - 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...
Page 195 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 409 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.