Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1872 - 778ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury , And vaulted with such ease into his seat , As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds , To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus , And witch the world with noble horsemanship . Act iv . Sc . 1 ...
... Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury , And vaulted with such ease into his seat , As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds , To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus , And witch the world with noble horsemanship . Act iv . Sc . 1 ...
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... rise and mutiny . Act iii . Sc . 2 . When love begins to sicken and decay , It useth an enforced ceremony . There are no tricks in plain and simple faith . Act iv . Sc . 2 . You yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm . The ...
... rise and mutiny . Act iii . Sc . 2 . When love begins to sicken and decay , It useth an enforced ceremony . There are no tricks in plain and simple faith . Act iv . Sc . 2 . You yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm . The ...
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... rise again , With twenty mortal murders on their crowns , And push us from our stools . Act iii . Sc . 4 . Thou hast no speculation in those eyes , Which thou dost glare with ! What man dare , I dare : Act iii . Sc . 4 . Approach thou ...
... rise again , With twenty mortal murders on their crowns , And push us from our stools . Act iii . Sc . 4 . Thou hast no speculation in those eyes , Which thou dost glare with ! What man dare , I dare : Act iii . Sc . 4 . Approach thou ...
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... rise , Though all the earth o'erwhelm them , to men's eyes . Act i . Sc . 2 . The chariest maid is prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon . Act i . Sc . 3 . The canker galls the infants of the spring , Too oft before ...
... rise , Though all the earth o'erwhelm them , to men's eyes . Act i . Sc . 2 . The chariest maid is prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon . Act i . Sc . 3 . The canker galls the infants of the spring , Too oft before ...
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... rise ? To his Mistress , the Queen of Bohemia . I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff . Preface to the Elements of Architecture . Hanging was the worst use man could be put to . The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex ...
... rise ? To his Mistress , the Queen of Bohemia . I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff . Preface to the Elements of Architecture . Hanging was the worst use man could be put to . The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex ...
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299 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 undiscovered 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...
508 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 naught ? 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.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown: His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings. It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
440 ÆäÀÌÁö - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave; Think ye he meant them for a slave?
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd That Heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd me ; And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.