Beauties of the British Poets: Being a Pocket Dictionary of Their Most Admired Passages: The Whole Alphabetically Arranged According to the SubjectsA. Sherman, 1834 - 317 páginas |
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... a pleasing sorcery could charm Pain for a while or anguish , and excite Fallacious hope , or arm'd th ' obdurate breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel . Milton . ANNIHILATION . Horror of . To be no more : 16 ANGELS .
... a pleasing sorcery could charm Pain for a while or anguish , and excite Fallacious hope , or arm'd th ' obdurate breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel . Milton . ANNIHILATION . Horror of . To be no more : 16 ANGELS .
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... pain , this intellectual being , Those thoughts that wander through eternity ; To perish rather , swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night , Devoid of sense and motion ! ANIMALS . Feasted by Man . That very life his ...
... pain , this intellectual being , Those thoughts that wander through eternity ; To perish rather , swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night , Devoid of sense and motion ! ANIMALS . Feasted by Man . That very life his ...
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... pain , And long unheeded , knows remonstrance vain ; He ceases now the feeble help to crave Of Man ; and silent sinks into the grave . ARMY . Character of one . All the unsettled humours of the land- Rash , inconsiderate , fiery ...
... pain , And long unheeded , knows remonstrance vain ; He ceases now the feeble help to crave Of Man ; and silent sinks into the grave . ARMY . Character of one . All the unsettled humours of the land- Rash , inconsiderate , fiery ...
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... pain'd from morn to night . Her delicacy's shock'd where'er she goes ; Each creature's imperfections are her woes . Heaven by its favours has the fair distress'd , And pour'd such blessings - that she cant be blest . ATTICUS . Character ...
... pain'd from morn to night . Her delicacy's shock'd where'er she goes ; Each creature's imperfections are her woes . Heaven by its favours has the fair distress'd , And pour'd such blessings - that she cant be blest . ATTICUS . Character ...
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... pain Of fancied scorn and undeserv'd disdain , And bear the marks upon a blushing face Of needless shame , and self impos'd disgrace . Our sensibilities are so acute , The fear of being silent makes us mute . We sometimes think we could ...
... pain Of fancied scorn and undeserv'd disdain , And bear the marks upon a blushing face Of needless shame , and self impos'd disgrace . Our sensibilities are so acute , The fear of being silent makes us mute . We sometimes think we could ...
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beauty behold beneath blest bliss blood boast breast breath bright charms Cowper dark death doth dread dream dull dust earth Egeria eternal ev'n ev'ry fair faithless fame fancy fate fear feel flowers folly fool form'd grace grave hand happy hath hear heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras human laugh life's live Loch Katrine Lochiel looks man's Milton mind mirth morn muse nature nature's ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pleas'd pleasure Pope pow'r praise pride proud Queen Mab rapture Rosabelle round scene seem'd sense shade Shakspeare sigh sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spleen sweet Sycorax SYLPHS TAM O'SHANTER tears thee things thou thought thro toil tongue tragic muse truth Twas vex'd virtue wander waves weep wild wind wings wisdom wise wretch ye stars Young youth
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Página 18 - ^■H With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank
Página 27 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet: For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and
Página 260 - a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And
Página 149 - quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear. Dissolve me into ecstacies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of ev'ry star that heaven doth
Página 18 - And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice,
Página 159 - tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the checquer'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sun-shine holiday,
Página 37 - universal blank Of nature's works, to me expung'd and ras*d, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight. Milton.
Página 106 - In all my grief, and God has given my share— I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting my repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to
Página 148 - near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud, Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar. And
Página 83 - With thee conversing I forget all time; All seasons and their change, all please alike, Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,