A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent and Appropriate Passages in the Old British Poets; with Choice and Copious Selections from the Best Modern British and American Poets |
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... miss the road : Death's lodgings such perpetual darkness have , And I seem nothing but a walking grave . Sir Robert Howard's Vestal Virgin . O happiness of blindness ! now no beauty Mrs. Hale's Grosvenor . Inflames my lust ; no other's ...
... miss the road : Death's lodgings such perpetual darkness have , And I seem nothing but a walking grave . Sir Robert Howard's Vestal Virgin . O happiness of blindness ! now no beauty Mrs. Hale's Grosvenor . Inflames my lust ; no other's ...
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... Miss Barrett's Poems . Come let me make a sunny realm around thee , Of thought and beauty ! -Here are books and flowers , BOUNTY . What you desire of him , he partly begs To be desir'd to give . It much would please him That of his ...
... Miss Barrett's Poems . Come let me make a sunny realm around thee , Of thought and beauty ! -Here are books and flowers , BOUNTY . What you desire of him , he partly begs To be desir'd to give . It much would please him That of his ...
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... miss'd , Or later welcom'd ; it begins the rest , And sets them all in order . Take physic , pomp ; Middleton Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That thou may'st shake the superflux to them , And show the heavens more just ...
... miss'd , Or later welcom'd ; it begins the rest , And sets them all in order . Take physic , pomp ; Middleton Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That thou may'st shake the superflux to them , And show the heavens more just ...
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... Miss Jewsbury . Oh dear to memory are those hours When every pathway led to flowers ; When sticks of peppermint possess'd A sceptre's power to sway the breast , And heaven was round us while we fed Oprich ambrosial gingerbread . --Slow ...
... Miss Jewsbury . Oh dear to memory are those hours When every pathway led to flowers ; When sticks of peppermint possess'd A sceptre's power to sway the breast , And heaven was round us while we fed Oprich ambrosial gingerbread . --Slow ...
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... Miss Landon . Think not too meanly of thy low estate ; Thou hast a choice ; to choose is to create ! Remember whose the sacred lips that tell , Angels approve thee when thy choice is well ; Use well the freedom which thy Master gave ...
... Miss Landon . Think not too meanly of thy low estate ; Thou hast a choice ; to choose is to create ! Remember whose the sacred lips that tell , Angels approve thee when thy choice is well ; Use well the freedom which thy Master gave ...
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Bailey's Festus beauty blood breast breath bright Butler's Hudibras Byron's Childe Harold charm clouds Coriolanus Cowper's Task dark death Doge of Venice doth dream Dryden's earth Eliza Cook ev'ry eyes fair fame fear feel flowers fools gentle Gentlemen of Verona Giaour glory grave grief Hamlet hand happy hath heart heaven Henry Henry IV Henry VI honour hope hour Jane Shore Joanna Baillie's Julius Cæsar King light live look lord lov'd Macbeth Merchant of Venice Milton's Paradise Lost mind Miss Landon nature ne'er never O. W. Holmes o'er Othello pain passion peace Pindar pleasure Poems Pope's pride Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet Rowe's Scott's Shaks sigh sleep smile soft sorrow soul Spenser's Fairy Queen spirit sweet tears thee thine things Thomson's Seasons thou art tongue truth Venice virtue wind wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
Popular passages
Page 179 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 204 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 154 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 524 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 204 - 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.
Page 453 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled 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 learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 102 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Page 16 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 208 - 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.
Page 483 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.