The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations: English, Latin, and Modern Foreign Languages ...Funk & Wagnalls Company, 1896 - 1178 pages |
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... , 769 . God , 273 , 707 , 770 . Happiness , 292 , 711 , 771 Immortality , 315 , 714 . Sky , The , 557 . Stars , 575 . Hell , 298 . Desolation , 148 . Despair , TOPICAL INDEX , WITH CROSS - REFERENCES . xvii Ability, 2, 754 Capacity, 681.
... , 769 . God , 273 , 707 , 770 . Happiness , 292 , 711 , 771 Immortality , 315 , 714 . Sky , The , 557 . Stars , 575 . Hell , 298 . Desolation , 148 . Despair , TOPICAL INDEX , WITH CROSS - REFERENCES . xvii Ability, 2, 754 Capacity, 681.
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... Stars , 575 . Tides , 598 . Morality , 399 . Goodness , 279 , 708 , 770 . Virtue , 631 , 749 , 794 . Morning , 399 . Aurora , 29 . Day , 180 . Light , 352 , 777 . Sunrise , 584 . Twilight , 624 . Mortality , 401 , 780 . Death , 131 ...
... Stars , 575 . Tides , 598 . Morality , 399 . Goodness , 279 , 708 , 770 . Virtue , 631 , 749 , 794 . Morning , 399 . Aurora , 29 . Day , 180 . Light , 352 , 777 . Sunrise , 584 . Twilight , 624 . Mortality , 401 , 780 . Death , 131 ...
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... Stars , 575 . Sunset , 585 . Tyranny , 625 , 748 , 793 . Cruelty , 126 , 761 . Rebellion , 518 , 738 . Ubiquity , 748 . U. God , 273 , 707 , 770 . Ugliness , 793 . Appearance , 25 , 755 . Beauty , 33 , 678 , 755 . Woman , 654 , 752 ...
... Stars , 575 . Sunset , 585 . Tyranny , 625 , 748 , 793 . Cruelty , 126 , 761 . Rebellion , 518 , 738 . Ubiquity , 748 . U. God , 273 , 707 , 770 . Ugliness , 793 . Appearance , 25 , 755 . Beauty , 33 , 678 , 755 . Woman , 654 , 752 ...
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... stars , woe lustre gives to man . m . YOUNG - Night Thoughts . Night IX . L. 415 . AGE ( OLD ) . Backward , flow backward , O tide of the years ! I am so weary of toil and of tears , - Toil without recompense , tears all in vain- Take ...
... stars , woe lustre gives to man . m . YOUNG - Night Thoughts . Night IX . L. 415 . AGE ( OLD ) . Backward , flow backward , O tide of the years ! I am so weary of toil and of tears , - Toil without recompense , tears all in vain- Take ...
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... stars , invisible by day . i . LONGFELLOW - Morituri Salutamus . Whatever poet , orator , or sage May say of it , old age is still old age . LONGFELLOW - Morituri Salutamus . m . L. 264 . Age is not all decay ; it is the ripening , the ...
... stars , invisible by day . i . LONGFELLOW - Morituri Salutamus . Whatever poet , orator , or sage May say of it , old age is still old age . LONGFELLOW - Morituri Salutamus . m . L. 264 . Age is not all decay ; it is the ripening , the ...
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BAILEY-Festus beauty breath BUTLER-Hudibras BYRON-Childe Harold BYRON-Don Juan BYRON-The Canto CHRISTINA G CICERO-De COWPER-The Task Cymbeline dead death doth Dream earth eyes fair fame fear flowers fool Gentlemen of Verona GEORGE golden GOLDSMITH-The Hamlet happy hath heart heaven Henry Henry VI HERBERT Jacula Prudentum HOMER-Iliad HOMER-Odyssey HORACE-Epistolæ JOHN Julius Cæsar King Lear kiss light live LONGFELLOW-The Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth MARTIAL-Epigrams Merchant of Venice MILTON-Paradise Lost mind nature ne'er never night o'er Othello poets POPE-Essay on Criticism POPE-Moral Essays Pope's trans Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet rose SAM'L Satire sing sleep smile Song sorrow soul Spring stars sweet SYRUS-Maxims tears TENNYSON-In Memoriam TENNYSON-The thee things thou art Timon of Athens Troilus and Cressida truth VIII virtue wind WORDSWORTH-The YOUNG-Night Thoughts
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Page 634 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 55 - Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from...
Page 393 - MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May ! that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 151 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 489 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 423 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 552 - 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, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 322 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Page 61 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Page 403 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the time has 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 : this is more strange Than such a murder is.