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 Indexes |
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... daisies and clover . There's no rain left in heaven . t . JEAN INGELOW - Song of Seven . Seven Times One . Abashed the Devil stood , And felt how awful goodness is , and saw Virtue in her own shape how lovely ; saw And pined his loss ...
... daisies and clover . There's no rain left in heaven . t . JEAN INGELOW - Song of Seven . Seven Times One . Abashed the Devil stood , And felt how awful goodness is , and saw Virtue in her own shape how lovely ; saw And pined his loss ...
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... daisies search'd the flow'ry plain . d . POPE January and May . Line 624 . Fairies , black , gray , green , and white , You moonshine revellers , and shades of night . € . Merry Wives of Windsor . Act V. In silence sad , Trip we after ...
... daisies search'd the flow'ry plain . d . POPE January and May . Line 624 . Fairies , black , gray , green , and white , You moonshine revellers , and shades of night . € . Merry Wives of Windsor . Act V. In silence sad , Trip we after ...
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... daisies ; why do they not smile ? j . JOHN BYROM - A Pastoral . Ye field flowers ! the gardens eclipse you ' tis true : Yet , wildings , of nature , I doat upon you ; For ye waft me to summers of old , When the earth teem'd around me ...
... daisies ; why do they not smile ? j . JOHN BYROM - A Pastoral . Ye field flowers ! the gardens eclipse you ' tis true : Yet , wildings , of nature , I doat upon you ; For ye waft me to summers of old , When the earth teem'd around me ...
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... daisies spun Their shining tissues in the sun . e . JULIA C. R. DORR- Unanswered . I know a spot where the wild vines creep , And the coral moss - cups grow , And where at the foot of the rocky steep , The sweet blue violets blow . f ...
... daisies spun Their shining tissues in the sun . e . JULIA C. R. DORR- Unanswered . I know a spot where the wild vines creep , And the coral moss - cups grow , And where at the foot of the rocky steep , The sweet blue violets blow . f ...
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... daisies rank And ferny plumes but half uncurled From yonder bank ; h . JEAN INGELOW - The Letter L. Absent . Above his head Four lily stalks did their white honours wed To make a coronal ; and round him grew All tendrils green , of ...
... daisies rank And ferny plumes but half uncurled From yonder bank ; h . JEAN INGELOW - The Letter L. Absent . Above his head Four lily stalks did their white honours wed To make a coronal ; and round him grew All tendrils green , of ...
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America angels beauty bird blossoms breath BYRON-Don Juan Canto CHRISTINA G CICERO clouds Cymbeline daisies dark death doth Dream Earl earth England eyes fair fame fear flowers fool friendship Gentlemen of Verona GEORGE give gold golden grief Hamlet happy hath heart heaven Henry VI HORACE JOHN Julius Cęsar JUVENAL King Lear kiss light lilies Line live Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth man's Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice MILTON-Paradise Lost mind morning nature ne'er never night o'er Othello OVID PLAUTUS poets POPE-Essay praise quę quam quod Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet rose SENECA silence sing sleep smile Song Sonnet sorrow soul Spring stars sweet SYRUS tears TENNYSON-The thee things thou art tree truth violets virtue wind words YOUNG-Night Thoughts youth
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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 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 457 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — "The foe! They come! They come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Page 112 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
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 83 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Page 30 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Page 176 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Page 118 - 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 honours 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 332 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.