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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... thee , Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art translated . Lord , what fools these mortals be ! So we grew together , Like to a double cherry , seeming parted , But yet an union in partition . Two lovely berries moulded on one stem . Ibid . Sc ...
... thee , Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art translated . Lord , what fools these mortals be ! So we grew together , Like to a double cherry , seeming parted , But yet an union in partition . Two lovely berries moulded on one stem . Ibid . Sc ...
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... thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman . Ibid . Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave , But not remember'd in thy epitaph ! Ibid . I could have better spared a better man . The better part of valour is discretion.2 Full ...
... thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman . Ibid . Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave , But not remember'd in thy epitaph ! Ibid . I could have better spared a better man . The better part of valour is discretion.2 Full ...
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... thee a way , out of his wreck , to rise in ; A sure and safe one , though thy master missed it . King Henry VIII . Act ii . Sc . 2 . I charge thee , fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels . Ibid . Love thyself last : cherish ...
... thee a way , out of his wreck , to rise in ; A sure and safe one , though thy master missed it . King Henry VIII . Act ii . Sc . 2 . I charge thee , fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels . Ibid . Love thyself last : cherish ...
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... thee again ? Ghost . Ay , at Philippi . Brutus . Why , I will see thee at Philippi , then . But for your words , they rob the Hybla bees , And leave them honeyless . Forever , and forever , farewell , Cassius ! If we do meet again , why ...
... thee again ? Ghost . Ay , at Philippi . Brutus . Why , I will see thee at Philippi , then . But for your words , they rob the Hybla bees , And leave them honeyless . Forever , and forever , farewell , Cassius ! If we do meet again , why ...
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... thee . I have thee not , and yet I see thee still . Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind , a false creation , Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? Ibid . Thou ...
... thee . I have thee not , and yet I see thee still . Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind , a false creation , Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? Ibid . Thou ...
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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...