Stokes' Encyclopedia of Familiar Quotations: Containing Five Thousand Selections from Six Hundred Authors; with a Complete General Index and an Index of Authors |
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... better days , If ever been where bells have knolled to church , If ever sat at any good man's feast , If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what ' t is to pity and be pitied , Let gentleness my strong enforcement be ...
... better days , If ever been where bells have knolled to church , If ever sat at any good man's feast , If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what ' t is to pity and be pitied , Let gentleness my strong enforcement be ...
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... better the more than less ; Better like Hector in the field to die , 2 Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly . LONGFELLOW , Morituri Salutamus , st . 1I Blood , though it sleep a time , yet never dies : The gods on murderers fix ...
... better the more than less ; Better like Hector in the field to die , 2 Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly . LONGFELLOW , Morituri Salutamus , st . 1I Blood , though it sleep a time , yet never dies : The gods on murderers fix ...
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... Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay . TENNYSON , Locksley Hall , line 184 Cats . When cats run home and light is come . Cauldron.- Round about the cauldron go . TENNYSON , The Owl , st . 1 SHAKESPEARE , Macbeth , i , I ...
... Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay . TENNYSON , Locksley Hall , line 184 Cats . When cats run home and light is come . Cauldron.- Round about the cauldron go . TENNYSON , The Owl , st . 1 SHAKESPEARE , Macbeth , i , I ...
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... better by their presence . GEORGE ELIOT , O , May I Join the Choir She thought no v'ice hed sech a swing Ez his'n in the choir ; Invisible , st . I My ! when he made Ole Hunderd ring , She knowed the Lord was nigher . LOWELL , The ...
... better by their presence . GEORGE ELIOT , O , May I Join the Choir She thought no v'ice hed sech a swing Ez his'n in the choir ; Invisible , st . I My ! when he made Ole Hunderd ring , She knowed the Lord was nigher . LOWELL , The ...
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... all that in him lies , so that when death comes he may feel that mankind is in some degree better because he has lived . THEODORE ROOSEVELT , Sp . bef . Y. M. C. A. , Dec. 30 , 1900 Claret . The claret smooth , red as the lips.
... all that in him lies , so that when death comes he may feel that mankind is in some degree better because he has lived . THEODORE ROOSEVELT , Sp . bef . Y. M. C. A. , Dec. 30 , 1900 Claret . The claret smooth , red as the lips.
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beauty bells blood brave Breakfast-Table breath BURNS BYRON Canto Childe Harold's Pilgrimage COWPER dare dark dead dear death Don Juan doth Dream drink DRYDEN earth Epistle Essay eyes fear fire fool glory gold grave Hamlet hand hath heart heaven hell HOLMES honour HOOD Hudibras Ibid John Julius Cæsar King Henry IV King Henry VIII King Richard KIPLING kiss labour lines lips live LONGFELLOW Lord Love's Love's Labour's Lost LOWELL Macbeth man's Memoriam Merchant of Venice merry MILTON ne'er never Night Thoughts o'er OMAR KHAYYÁM Othello P. J. BAILEY Paradise Lost peace poor POPE rhyme Richard III Romeo and Juliet Rubáiyát Rubáiyát trans Saint SHAKESPEARE sigh sleep smile Song sorrow soul spirit sweet tears TENNYSON thee there's thine thing thou thousand tongue truth weary weep wind woman words young youth
Popular passages
Page 17 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ! Oh ! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave...
Page 334 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 307 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion...
Page 189 - While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience, — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Page 140 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Page 325 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door: Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,
Page 196 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Page 126 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Page 163 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 296 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.