Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern LiteratureLittle, Brown,, 1891 - 1158 páginas |
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... never so long , Evermore at last they ring to evensong . 8 Ibid . Ibid . The moone is made of a greene cheese . * Ibid . I know on which side my bread is buttred . Ibid . It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone . " Chap ...
... never so long , Evermore at last they ring to evensong . 8 Ibid . Ibid . The moone is made of a greene cheese . * Ibid . I know on which side my bread is buttred . Ibid . It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone . " Chap ...
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... never eie did see that face , Was never eare did heare that tong , Was never minde did minde his grace , That ever thought the travell long ; But eies and eares and ev'ry thought Were with his sweete perfections caught . Ibid . 1 This ...
... never eie did see that face , Was never eare did heare that tong , Was never minde did minde his grace , That ever thought the travell long ; But eies and eares and ev'ry thought Were with his sweete perfections caught . Ibid . 1 This ...
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... never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet . Ibid . High - erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.1 Arcadia . Book i . They are never alone that are accompanied with ...
... never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet . Ibid . High - erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.1 Arcadia . Book i . They are never alone that are accompanied with ...
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... never spent an hour's talk withal . Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales , And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse . By my penny of observation . Act ii ...
... never spent an hour's talk withal . Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales , And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse . By my penny of observation . Act ii ...
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... never did , nor never shall , Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror . Come the three corners of the world in arms , Sc . 7 . Ibid . Ibid . And we shall shock them . Nought shall make us rue , If England to itself do rest but true . Ibid ...
... never did , nor never shall , Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror . Come the three corners of the world in arms , Sc . 7 . Ibid . Ibid . And we shall shock them . Nought shall make us rue , If England to itself do rest but true . Ibid ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anatomy of Melancholy angels BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty better blessed Book breath Cæsar Canto Chap Chaucer Childe Harold's Pilgrimage dark dead dear death Devil DIOGENES LAERTIUS divine Don Quixote doth dream Dryden earth Epistle Fable fair fear flower fool Frag give glory grave hand happy hast hath heart heaven Henry Heywood honour hope Hudibras Ibid JOHN Julius Cæsar King Lady light Line live look Lord man's Maxim melancholy mind morning Nature ne'er never night numbers o'er peace pleasure Plutarch poet Pope proverb Publius Syrus rose Sect Shakespeare sing sleep smile song Sonnet sorrow soul Speech spirit Stanza stars sweet tale tears thee Themistocles There's thine things THOMAS THOMAS HEYWOOD thou art thought tongue truth unto viii virtue wind wise woman words young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 315 - 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.
Página 298 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 83 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds,— God save the mark!— And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had...
Página 623 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Página 381 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Página 155 - 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...
Página 464 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Página 249 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 94 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Página 231 - 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...