Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Sources Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1881 - 864 psl. |
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... Book i . Canto iii . St. 4 . Ay me , how many perils doe enfold The righteous man , to make him daily fall.3 Book i . Canto viii . St. 1 . Booki . Canto viii . St. 40 . Entire affection hateth nicer hands . That darksome cave they enter ...
... Book i . Canto iii . St. 4 . Ay me , how many perils doe enfold The righteous man , to make him daily fall.3 Book i . Canto viii . St. 1 . Booki . Canto viii . St. 40 . Entire affection hateth nicer hands . That darksome cave they enter ...
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... Book ii . Canto vi . St. 12 . And is there care in Heaven ? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace ? Book ii . Canto viii . St. 1 . How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want !
... Book ii . Canto vi . St. 12 . And is there care in Heaven ? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace ? Book ii . Canto viii . St. 1 . How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want !
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... VIII . Order gave each thing view . This bold bad man.1 Acti . Sc . 1 . Act ii . Sc . 2 . " T is better to be lowly ... Book i . Ch . i . St. 37 . King Henry VIII . continued . ] Like little wanton 78 Shakespeare .
... VIII . Order gave each thing view . This bold bad man.1 Acti . Sc . 1 . Act ii . Sc . 2 . " T is better to be lowly ... Book i . Ch . i . St. 37 . King Henry VIII . continued . ] Like little wanton 78 Shakespeare .
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... Book viii . Line 1 . And grace that won who saw to wish her stay . Book viii . Line 43 . Book viii . Line 47 . And , touch'd by her fair tendance , gladlier grew . With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er , Cycle and epicycle , orb in orb ...
... Book viii . Line 1 . And grace that won who saw to wish her stay . Book viii . Line 43 . Book viii . Line 47 . And , touch'd by her fair tendance , gladlier grew . With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er , Cycle and epicycle , orb in orb ...
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... Book viii . Line 502 . She what was honour knew , And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason . To the ... Book viii . Line 508 . So well to know Her own , that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest , virtuousest ...
... Book viii . Line 502 . She what was honour knew , And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason . To the ... Book viii . Line 508 . So well to know Her own , that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest , virtuousest ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Acti angels Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson better Book viii breath Cæsar Canto Canto iii Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Compare dark death Devil divine doth dream Dryden Dyce earth Eloisa to Abelard Epistle Epitaph Essay eyes Faerie Queene fair fear flower fools give glory grave Hamlet continued hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Heywood's Proverbs honour Hudibras Ibid JOHN Julius Cæsar King Henry Lady light Line live Lord man's merry mind morning nature ne'er never Night Thoughts numbers o'er Othello Paradise Lost continued Parti pleasure Pope praise Prov Richard III Satire Shakespeare sleep smile Song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit Stanza stars sweet tale tears thee There's things THOMAS thou tongue truth virtue wind wise woman words youth
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