Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Sources Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1881 - 864 страници |
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... PARADISE LOST . Of Man's first disobedience and the fruit Of that forbidden tree , whose mortal taste Brought death into the world and all our woe . Book i . Line 1 . Or if Sion hill Delight thee ... Paradise Lost continued . 182 Milton .
... PARADISE LOST . Of Man's first disobedience and the fruit Of that forbidden tree , whose mortal taste Brought death into the world and all our woe . Book i . Line 1 . Or if Sion hill Delight thee ... Paradise Lost continued . 182 Milton .
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... Paradise Lost continued . ] Doing or suffering . Book i . Line 157 . And out of good still to find means of evil . Book i . Line 165 . Farewell happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells : hail , horrors ; hail . Book i . Line 249 . A ...
... Paradise Lost continued . ] Doing or suffering . Book i . Line 157 . And out of good still to find means of evil . Book i . Line 165 . Farewell happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells : hail , horrors ; hail . Book i . Line 249 . A ...
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... Paradise Lost continued . Spirits when they please Can either sex assume , or both . Booki . Line 423 . Execute their airy purposes . Book i . Line 430 . When night Darkens the streets , then wander forth the sons Of Belial , flown with ...
... Paradise Lost continued . Spirits when they please Can either sex assume , or both . Booki . Line 423 . Execute their airy purposes . Book i . Line 430 . When night Darkens the streets , then wander forth the sons Of Belial , flown with ...
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... Paradise Lost continued . ] Who overcomes By force , hath overcome but half his foe . Book i . Line 648 . Mammon , the least erected spirit that fell From heaven ; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent ...
... Paradise Lost continued . ] Who overcomes By force , hath overcome but half his foe . Book i . Line 648 . Mammon , the least erected spirit that fell From heaven ; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent ...
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... Paradise Lost continued . Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold , Satan exalted sat , by merit rais'd To that bad eminence . Book ii . Line 1 . Surer to prosper than prosperity Book ii . Line 39 . Could have assured us . The ...
... Paradise Lost continued . Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold , Satan exalted sat , by merit rais'd To that bad eminence . Book ii . Line 1 . Surer to prosper than prosperity Book ii . Line 39 . Could have assured us . The ...
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Страница 507 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Страница 70 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Страница 298 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Страница 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Страница 44 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Страница 92 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Страница 191 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even 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...
Страница 212 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.