Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and Phrases In Common Use: Chiefly from English AuthorsJohn Bartlett Little, Brown and Company, 1865 - 480 páginas |
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... world , Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs , and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves . Men at some time are masters of their fates ; The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our Ac iii. Sc. 3.
... world , Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs , and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves . Men at some time are masters of their fates ; The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our Ac iii. Sc. 3.
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... walk upon the beach , Appear like mice . Ac t ivery inc. a king . Ay, ev . Sc h 6 . Act iv . Sc . 6 . Give me an ounce of civet , good apothecary , to sweeten my imagination . Act iv . Sc . 6 . Through tattered clothes small vices do ...
... walk upon the beach , Appear like mice . Ac t ivery inc. a king . Ay, ev . Sc h 6 . Act iv . Sc . 6 . Give me an ounce of civet , good apothecary , to sweeten my imagination . Act iv . Sc . 6 . Through tattered clothes small vices do ...
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... walk , for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout . Act ii . Sc . 1 . Hear it not , Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell ! Act ii , Sc . 1 . It was the owl that shrieked , The fatal bellman , which ...
... walk , for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout . Act ii . Sc . 1 . Hear it not , Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell ! Act ii , Sc . 1 . It was the owl that shrieked , The fatal bellman , which ...
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... walking shadow ; a poor player , That struts and frets his hour upon the stage , And then is heard no more ; it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . Lies like truth . Act v . Sc . 5 . Act v . Sc . 5 ...
... walking shadow ; a poor player , That struts and frets his hour upon the stage , And then is heard no more ; it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . Lies like truth . Act v . Sc . 5 . Act v . Sc . 5 ...
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... walk by us still . Upon an " Honest Man's Fortune . " THOMAS CAREW . 1589-1639 . He that loves a rosy cheek , Or a coral lip admires , Or from star - like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay , So ...
... walk by us still . Upon an " Honest Man's Fortune . " THOMAS CAREW . 1589-1639 . He that loves a rosy cheek , Or a coral lip admires , Or from star - like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay , So ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 105 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 243 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Página 352 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 147 - Satan except, none higher sat, with grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air...
Página 249 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Página 96 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 101 - gainst that season comes Wherein our saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Página 78 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Página 287 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Página 373 - And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.