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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here we will sit and let the
sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the
touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look how the floor of heaven Is thick
inlaid with ...
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here we will sit and let the
sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the
touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look how the floor of heaven Is thick
inlaid with ...
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The man that hath no music in himself , Nor is not moved with concord of sweet
sounds , Is fit for treasons , stratagems , and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are
dull as night , And his affections dark as Erebus . Let no such man be trusted .
The man that hath no music in himself , Nor is not moved with concord of sweet
sounds , Is fit for treasons , stratagems , and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are
dull as night , And his affections dark as Erebus . Let no such man be trusted .
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Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear . Ibid . The inaudible and
noiseless foot of Time . Ibid . All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of
more fancy . Ibid . The bitter past , more welcome is the sweet . Ibid . If music be
the food ...
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear . Ibid . The inaudible and
noiseless foot of Time . Ibid . All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of
more fancy . Ibid . The bitter past , more welcome is the sweet . Ibid . If music be
the food ...
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Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth . Ibid . For courage mounteth with
occasion . Act ii . Sc . 1 . I would that I were low laid in my grave : I am not worth
this coil that's made for me . Ibid . Saint George , that swinged the dragon , and ...
Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth . Ibid . For courage mounteth with
occasion . Act ii . Sc . 1 . I would that I were low laid in my grave : I am not worth
this coil that's made for me . Ibid . Saint George , that swinged the dragon , and ...
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I thank you for your voices : thank you : Your most sweet voices . Ibid . Hear you
this Triton of the minnows ? Mark you His absolute “ shall ” ? Act iii . Sc . 1 .
Enough , with over - measure . Ibid . His nature is too noble for the world : He
would not ...
I thank you for your voices : thank you : Your most sweet voices . Ibid . Hear you
this Triton of the minnows ? Mark you His absolute “ shall ” ? Act iii . Sc . 1 .
Enough , with over - measure . Ibid . His nature is too noble for the world : He
would not ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Act ii Anatomy of Melancholy angels bear beauty better blessed Book born breath Canto Chap comes dark dead dear death doth dream earth England fair fall fear feel fire flower fools give grave grow hand happy hath head heart heaven hold honour hope hour human Ibid John King land learned leave light Line live look Lord lost man's Maxim mind morning Nature never night o'er once pleasure poor proverb reason rise rose round Shakespeare sleep song soul speak Speech spirit stand Stanza stars sweet tears tell thee things THOMAS thou thought thousand tongue true truth turn virtue wind wise woman 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...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern Literature |
| Autor | John Bartlett |
| Edición | 9 |
| Editor | Little, Brown,, 1891 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 24 Oct. 2007 |
| Largo | 1158 páginas |
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