Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern LiteratureLittle, Brown,, 1891 - 1158 pagina's |
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Pagina 25
... rivers flow with the least sound ) . —Q . CURTIUS , vii . 4. 13 . - Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep . SHAKESPEARE : 2 Henry VI . act iii . sc . i . Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.1 Verses to PEELE . 25 - RALEIGH .
... rivers flow with the least sound ) . —Q . CURTIUS , vii . 4. 13 . - Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep . SHAKESPEARE : 2 Henry VI . act iii . sc . i . Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.1 Verses to PEELE . 25 - RALEIGH .
Pagina 28
... sound . St. 2 . Canto xii . St. 70 . 1 Through thick and thin , both over bank and bush , 1 In hope her to attain by hook or crook.2 Book iii . Canto i . St. 17 . Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew , And her conception of the ...
... sound . St. 2 . Canto xii . St. 70 . 1 Through thick and thin , both over bank and bush , 1 In hope her to attain by hook or crook.2 Book iii . Canto i . St. 17 . Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew , And her conception of the ...
Pagina 43
... sound , I'll drown my book . Act iv . Sc . 1 . Ibid . Act v . Sc . 1 . Where the bee sucks , there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie . Merrily , merrily shall I live now , Under the blossom that hangs on the bough . Ibid . Ibid . Home ...
... sound , I'll drown my book . Act iv . Sc . 1 . Ibid . Act v . Sc . 1 . Where the bee sucks , there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie . Merrily , merrily shall I live now , Under the blossom that hangs on the bough . Ibid . Ibid . Home ...
Pagina 74
... sound 2 That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing and giving odour ! I am sure care ' s an enemy to life . At my fingers ' ends . Wherefore are these things hid ? Twelfth Night . Act i . Sc . 1 . Sc . 3 . Ibid . Ibid . Is it a ...
... sound 2 That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing and giving odour ! I am sure care ' s an enemy to life . At my fingers ' ends . Wherefore are these things hid ? Twelfth Night . Act i . Sc . 1 . Sc . 3 . Ibid . Ibid . Is it a ...
Pagina 103
... sound to thine . Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple . If you have writ your annals true , ' t is there That , like an eagle in a dove - cote , I Flutter'd your Volscians in ...
... sound to thine . Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple . If you have writ your annals true , ' t is there That , like an eagle in a dove - cote , I Flutter'd your Volscians in ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...