The Cyclopędia of Practical Quotations: English and Latin, with an Appendix Containing Proverbs from the Latin and Modern Foreign Languages, Law and Ecclesiastical Terms and Significations; Names, Dates and Nationality of Quoted Authors, Etc., with Copious IndexesI.K. Funk & Company, 1882 - 899 pages |
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... eye , I can tell who should down . k . As You Like It . Act I. Sc . 2 . In rage deaf as the sea , hasty as fire ... eyes the dancing cork , and bending reed . 1 . POPE - Windsor Forest . Line 135 . Give me mine angle , we'll to the ...
... eye , I can tell who should down . k . As You Like It . Act I. Sc . 2 . In rage deaf as the sea , hasty as fire ... eyes the dancing cork , and bending reed . 1 . POPE - Windsor Forest . Line 135 . Give me mine angle , we'll to the ...
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... eyes is only the spell of the moment ; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul . 0. GEORGES SAND - Handsome Lawrence . Ch . I. What as Beauty here is won We shall as Truth in some hereafter know . SCHILLER - The Artists . St ...
... eyes is only the spell of the moment ; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul . 0. GEORGES SAND - Handsome Lawrence . Ch . I. What as Beauty here is won We shall as Truth in some hereafter know . SCHILLER - The Artists . St ...
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... eyes began to roll , In pleasing memory of all he stole . d . POPE -- Dunciad . Bk . I. Line 127 . Chiefs of elder Art ! Teachers of wisdom ! who could once be- guile My tedious hours , and lighten every toil , I now resign you . e ...
... eyes began to roll , In pleasing memory of all he stole . d . POPE -- Dunciad . Bk . I. Line 127 . Chiefs of elder Art ! Teachers of wisdom ! who could once be- guile My tedious hours , and lighten every toil , I now resign you . e ...
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... eyes , And laugh , like parrots , at a bagpiper : And other of such vinegar aspect , That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile , Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable . Merchant of Venice . Act I. Sc . 1 . i . Now do I play ...
... eyes , And laugh , like parrots , at a bagpiper : And other of such vinegar aspect , That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile , Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable . Merchant of Venice . Act I. Sc . 1 . i . Now do I play ...
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... eyes , waking at once I cry , Whence this excess of joy ? What has be- fallen me ? And from within a thrilling voice replies , Thou art in Rome ! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind , a thousand images ; And I spring up as girt to ...
... eyes , waking at once I cry , Whence this excess of joy ? What has be- fallen me ? And from within a thrilling voice replies , Thou art in Rome ! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind , a thousand images ; And I spring up as girt to ...
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Page 381 - 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.
Page 345 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 334 - 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...
Page 208 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 212 - THE poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 208 - 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.
Page 212 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Page 99 - We may live without poetry, music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XX.
Page 187 - 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.
Page 417 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...