A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The peerage and baronetage charts, &c1824 |
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... Otway's Venice Preserved . O tell him I have sat these three long hours , Counting the weary beatings of the clock , Which slowly portion'd out the promis'd time That brought him not to bless me with his sight . Joanna Baillie's Rayner ...
... Otway's Venice Preserved . O tell him I have sat these three long hours , Counting the weary beatings of the clock , Which slowly portion'd out the promis'd time That brought him not to bless me with his sight . Joanna Baillie's Rayner ...
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... Otway's Orphan . To - day a conquerer , and to - night a slave ! How short the space betwixt these vast extremes . Higgon's Generous Conqueror . How sudden are the blows of fate ! what change , What revolution , in the state of glory ...
... Otway's Orphan . To - day a conquerer , and to - night a slave ! How short the space betwixt these vast extremes . Higgon's Generous Conqueror . How sudden are the blows of fate ! what change , What revolution , in the state of glory ...
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... Otway's Caius Marius . Ambition is at a distance A goodly prospect , tempting to the view ; The height delights us , and the mountain top Looks beautiful , because ' tis nigh to heaven : But we ne'er think how sandy's the foundation ...
... Otway's Caius Marius . Ambition is at a distance A goodly prospect , tempting to the view ; The height delights us , and the mountain top Looks beautiful , because ' tis nigh to heaven : But we ne'er think how sandy's the foundation ...
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... There's in you all that we believe of heav'n , Amazing brightness , purity , and truth , Eternal joy , and everlasting peace . C Ibid . Otway's Venice Preserved . Oh ! she has beauty might ensnare A conqueror's soul BEAUTY . 25.
... There's in you all that we believe of heav'n , Amazing brightness , purity , and truth , Eternal joy , and everlasting peace . C Ibid . Otway's Venice Preserved . Oh ! she has beauty might ensnare A conqueror's soul BEAUTY . 25.
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... Otway's Orphan . The bloom of op'ning flowers , unsullied beauty , Softness , and sweetest innocence she wears , And looks like nature in the world's first spring . Rowe's Tamerlane . Is she not more than painting can express ,, Or ...
... Otway's Orphan . The bloom of op'ning flowers , unsullied beauty , Softness , and sweetest innocence she wears , And looks like nature in the world's first spring . Rowe's Tamerlane . Is she not more than painting can express ,, Or ...
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ambition art thou bear beauty blood bosom breath Busiris Cæsar cheek clouds Coriolanus Cowper's Task crown curse dare dead death deeds Doge of Venice dost doth dread dream Dryden's Duke of Guise earth Ev'n eyes fair Fair Penitent fear fool fortune friends gentle give grace grave grief Gustavus Vasa hand Hannah More's happy hate hath Havard's head heart heaven hell honour hour Ibid Jane Shore Joanna Baillie's king Lady Jane Grey live look lord Maturin's Bertram mercy Milton's Paradise Lost mind nature ne'er never noble o'er Otway's pale Paradise Regained passion peace Philotas pity poor Rowe's Sardanapalus Scanderbeg scorn shew sigh slave sleep smile soft sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamerlane tears tell thee thine things Thomson's Seasons-Spring thou art thou hast thousand thro tongue Venice Preserved virtue weep wind words wretched Young's Night Thoughts youth
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52 psl. - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep...
7 psl. - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
53 psl. - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
238 psl. - Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
10 psl. - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
75 psl. - 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 porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
46 psl. - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
133 psl. - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
126 psl. - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
145 psl. - 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.