Familiar Quotations ...Little, Brown & Company, 1875 - 864 páginas |
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... give , to want , to be undonne . Mother Hubberd's Tale . Line 895 . 1 This tradition is confirmed by an entry in Manning- ham's nearly contemporaneous Diary , May 4 , 1602 . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . 1552-1618 . If all the world Spenser . 15.
... give , to want , to be undonne . Mother Hubberd's Tale . Line 895 . 1 This tradition is confirmed by an entry in Manning- ham's nearly contemporaneous Diary , May 4 , 1602 . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . 1552-1618 . If all the world Spenser . 15.
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... give the world the lie . The Lie . 1 This poem is traced in manuscript to the year 1593 . It first appeared in print in Davison's Poetical Rhap- scdy , second edition , 1608. It has been assigned to various authors , but on Raleigh's ...
... give the world the lie . The Lie . 1 This poem is traced in manuscript to the year 1593 . It first appeared in print in Davison's Poetical Rhap- scdy , second edition , 1608. It has been assigned to various authors , but on Raleigh's ...
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... give a name to every fixed star , Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk , and wot not what they are . Ibid . And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper . That unlettered , small - knowing soul ...
... give a name to every fixed star , Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk , and wot not what they are . Ibid . And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper . That unlettered , small - knowing soul ...
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... give the Devil his due . Ibid . Ibid . There ' s neither honesty , manhood , nor good fellowship in thee . If all the year were playing holidays , To sport would be as tedious as to work . Ibid . Ibid . Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his ...
... give the Devil his due . Ibid . Ibid . There ' s neither honesty , manhood , nor good fellowship in thee . If all the year were playing holidays , To sport would be as tedious as to work . Ibid . Ibid . Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his ...
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... Give you a reason on compulsion ! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries , I would give no man a reason upon compulsion . Ibid . Mark now , how a plain tale shall put you down . Ibid . I was a coward on instinct . Ibid . No more of ...
... Give you a reason on compulsion ! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries , I would give no man a reason upon compulsion . Ibid . Mark now , how a plain tale shall put you down . Ibid . I was a coward on instinct . Ibid . No more of ...
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Página 366 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 108 - 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 an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 113 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Página 75 - Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Página 234 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Página 587 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Página 118 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Página 515 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 117 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 514 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...