Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern LiteratureLittle, Brown, 1914 - 1454 pages |
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... leave To come to succour us that succour want ! Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound . St. 2 Canto xii . St. 70 . Through thick and thin , both over bank and bush , 1 In hope her to attain by hook or crook.2 Book iii . Canto i ...
... leave To come to succour us that succour want ! Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound . St. 2 Canto xii . St. 70 . Through thick and thin , both over bank and bush , 1 In hope her to attain by hook or crook.2 Book iii . Canto i ...
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... leave the worli no copy . Ibid . 1 How noiseless falls the foot of time ! -W . R. SPENCER Lines to Lady A. Hamilton . 2 " Like the sweet south " in Dyce and Singer . This change was made at the suggestion of Pope . 8 See Heywood , page ...
... leave the worli no copy . Ibid . 1 How noiseless falls the foot of time ! -W . R. SPENCER Lines to Lady A. Hamilton . 2 " Like the sweet south " in Dyce and Singer . This change was made at the suggestion of Pope . 8 See Heywood , page ...
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... leave sack , and live cleanly . Even such a man , so faint , so spiritless , Ibid . So dull , so dead in look , so woe - begone , Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night , And would have told him half his Troy was burnt . Yet the ...
... leave sack , and live cleanly . Even such a man , so faint , so spiritless , Ibid . So dull , so dead in look , so woe - begone , Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night , And would have told him half his Troy was burnt . Yet the ...
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... leave this keen encounter of our wits Was ever woman in this humour wooed ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? Sc . 2 . Ibid . Sc . 2 . Framed in the prodigality of nature . The world is grown so bad , That wrens make prey where eagles ...
... leave this keen encounter of our wits Was ever woman in this humour wooed ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? Sc . 2 . Ibid . Sc . 2 . Framed in the prodigality of nature . The world is grown so bad , That wrens make prey where eagles ...
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... leave you . Julius Caesar . Act ii . Sc . 2 , You are my true and honourable wife , As dear to me as are the ruddy drops 1 That visit my sad heart . Think you I am no stronger than my sex , Being so father'd and so husbanded ? Fierce ...
... leave you . Julius Caesar . Act ii . Sc . 2 , You are my true and honourable wife , As dear to me as are the ruddy drops 1 That visit my sad heart . Think you I am no stronger than my sex , Being so father'd and so husbanded ? Fierce ...
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Anatomy of Melancholy angels BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty better blessed Book breath Cæsar Canto Chap Childe Harold's Pilgrimage dark dead dear death Devil DIOGENES LAERTIUS divine Don Quixote doth dream Dryden earth Epistle eternal eyes fair fear flower fool Frag give glory grave hand happy hath heart heaven Henry Heywood honour hope Hudibras Ibia Ibid immortal JOHN King Lady land light Line live look Lord man's Maxim mind morning Nature ne'er never night numbers o'er Omar Khayyám peace pleasure PLUTARCH poet POPE Prologue proverb PUBLIUS SYRUS rose Satire vi Sect Shakespeare silent sing sleep smile Song Sonnet sorrow soul Speech Stanza stars sweet tears thee Themistocles There's thine things THOMAS THOMAS HEYWOOD thou thought truth virtue WILLIAM wind wise woman words young youth
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Page 318 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 658 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Page 64 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 118 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 26 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Page 119 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Page 107 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Page 136 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 812 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 46 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.