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... times to consecrate a feast , And sing of gallantry in hall and bower , To courtly
knights and ladies . * * * But other times have strung new lyres again , And other
music greets us . Poetry Comes robed in smiles , and in low - breathing sounds ...
... times to consecrate a feast , And sing of gallantry in hall and bower , To courtly
knights and ladies . * * * But other times have strung new lyres again , And other
music greets us . Poetry Comes robed in smiles , and in low - breathing sounds ...
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We have no minstrels in our echoing halls , No wild CADWALLON , with his
wilder strains , Pouring his war - songs upon helmed ears : We have sounds
stealing from the far retreats Of the bright company of gifted men , Who pour their
mellow ...
We have no minstrels in our echoing halls , No wild CADWALLON , with his
wilder strains , Pouring his war - songs upon helmed ears : We have sounds
stealing from the far retreats Of the bright company of gifted men , Who pour their
mellow ...
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Take sound advice , proceeding from a heart Sincerely yours , and free from
fraudful art . Dryden . ( troubled , weak , and coward as thou art ! Without thy poor
advice the labouring heart To worse extremes with swifter steps would run , Not ...
Take sound advice , proceeding from a heart Sincerely yours , and free from
fraudful art . Dryden . ( troubled , weak , and coward as thou art ! Without thy poor
advice the labouring heart To worse extremes with swifter steps would run , Not ...
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... And whistles in the 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 . Shakspere . I have lived long enough : my way of life
Has ...
... And whistles in the 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 . Shakspere . I have lived long enough : my way of life
Has ...
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And man , the image of his God , is found , Just for an empty name , an airy sound
, Spending the short remainder of his life In brutal conflict , and in deadly strife :
For ' tis a strife , disguise it as you may , Keen as the warrior ' s in the battle day .
And man , the image of his God , is found , Just for an empty name , an airy sound
, Spending the short remainder of his life In brutal conflict , and in deadly strife :
For ' tis a strife , disguise it as you may , Keen as the warrior ' s in the battle day .
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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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