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What freezings have I felt , what dark days seen , What cold December
barrenness everywhere . Shakspere . From you have I been absent in the spring ,
When proud - pied April , dress ' d in all his trim , Hath put a spirit of youth in every
thing ...
What freezings have I felt , what dark days seen , What cold December
barrenness everywhere . Shakspere . From you have I been absent in the spring ,
When proud - pied April , dress ' d in all his trim , Hath put a spirit of youth in every
thing ...
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Alas ! our young affections run to waste , Or water but the desert ; whence arise
But weeds of dark luxuriance , tares of haste , Rank at the core , though tempting
to the eyes , Flowers whose wild odours breathe but agonies , And trees ...
Alas ! our young affections run to waste , Or water but the desert ; whence arise
But weeds of dark luxuriance , tares of haste , Rank at the core , though tempting
to the eyes , Flowers whose wild odours breathe but agonies , And trees ...
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AFFRONT . AFTER AFFRONT . AFTER . 23 AFFRONT . OFT have they violated
The temple , oft the law with foul affronts , Abominations rather . Milton . His holy
rites and solemn feasts profaned , And with their darkness durst affront His light .
AFFRONT . AFTER AFFRONT . AFTER . 23 AFFRONT . OFT have they violated
The temple , oft the law with foul affronts , Abominations rather . Milton . His holy
rites and solemn feasts profaned , And with their darkness durst affront His light .
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... when her angry flight she wings , But once , and at her peril stings ; But gathers
honey all her life . Bishop . The ocean lashed to fury loud , Its high waves
mingling with the cloud ; Is peaceful sweet serenity To anger ' s dark and troubled
sea .
... when her angry flight she wings , But once , and at her peril stings ; But gathers
honey all her life . Bishop . The ocean lashed to fury loud , Its high waves
mingling with the cloud ; Is peaceful sweet serenity To anger ' s dark and troubled
sea .
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Look , where yon argosy , which late did set Forth in the sunshine , with a
favouring breeze , Now , in the darkness , by rude rocks beset , Drives here and
there upon the roaring seas : Thus are man ' s ventures ; ever thus shall be , Full
often ...
Look , where yon argosy , which late did set Forth in the sunshine , with a
favouring breeze , Now , in the darkness , by rude rocks beset , Drives here and
there upon the roaring seas : Thus are man ' s ventures ; ever thus shall be , Full
often ...
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Page 513 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Page 631 - 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 121 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off; and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And Wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 501 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 120 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 40 - O th' exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Page 368 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Page 80 - 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 : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 262 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 581 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
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| Title | A cyclopędia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams |
| Author | Cyclopaedia |
| Editor | Henry Gardiner Adams |
| Publisher | Groombridge and Sons, 1853 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 4 Aug 2006 |
| Length | 733 pages |
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