Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources: Including Phrases, Mottoes, Maxims, Proverbs, Definitions, Aphorisms, and Sayings of the Wise Men, in Their Bearing on Life, Literature, Speculation, Science, Art, Religion, and Morals, Especially in the Modern Aspects of ThemRev. James Wood Frederick Warne and Company, 1893 - 658 páginas |
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... feeling , not of years . G. W. Curtis . Age without cheerfulness is a Lapland winter without a sun . Colton . 25 A ... feel traces of an old passion . Vig . 35 A God all mercy is a God unjust . Young . A God speaks softly in our breast ...
... feeling , not of years . G. W. Curtis . Age without cheerfulness is a Lapland winter without a sun . Colton . 25 A ... feel traces of an old passion . Vig . 35 A God all mercy is a God unjust . Young . A God speaks softly in our breast ...
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... feel is your own . Schiller . Aller Anfang ist heiter ; die Schwelle ist der Platz der Erwartung - Every beginning is cheerful ; the threshold is the place of expec- tation . Goethe . Aller Anfang ist schwer , sprach der Dieb , und 60 ...
... feel is your own . Schiller . Aller Anfang ist heiter ; die Schwelle ist der Platz der Erwartung - Every beginning is cheerful ; the threshold is the place of expec- tation . Goethe . Aller Anfang ist schwer , sprach der Dieb , und 60 ...
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... feel . Juv . 20 At whose sight all the stars / Hide their dimin ished heads . Milton . Au bon droit - By good right . Fr. Au bout de son Latin - At his wit's end ( lit. at the end of his Latin ) . Fr. Au bout du compte - After the close ...
... feel . Juv . 20 At whose sight all the stars / Hide their dimin ished heads . Milton . Au bon droit - By good right . Fr. Au bout de son Latin - At his wit's end ( lit. at the end of his Latin ) . Fr. Au bout du compte - After the close ...
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... feel for my wretchedness . Margaret in Faust . " Bist du mit dem Teufel du und du , / Und willst dich vor der Flamme scheuen ? -Art thou on familiar terms with the devil , and wilt thou shy at the flame ? Goethe's " Faust . " Bis vincit ...
... feel for my wretchedness . Margaret in Faust . " Bist du mit dem Teufel du und du , / Und willst dich vor der Flamme scheuen ? -Art thou on familiar terms with the devil , and wilt thou shy at the flame ? Goethe's " Faust . " Bis vincit ...
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... feel , must feel them- selves . Churchill . But there are wanderers o'er eternity , / Whose bark drives on and on , and anchor'd ne'er shall be . Byron . But there's nothing half so sweet in life / As love's young dream . Moore . But ...
... feel , must feel them- selves . Churchill . But there are wanderers o'er eternity , / Whose bark drives on and on , and anchor'd ne'er shall be . Byron . But there's nothing half so sweet in life / As love's young dream . Moore . But ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Amiel Bacon beauty better Bible Bruyère Burns Byron c'est Cæs Carlyle Colton death devil divine doth Dryden earth Emerson eternal everything evil faith fear feel fool fortune Gael genius George Eliot George Herbert give Goethe gold Goldsmith happy hath heart heaven Hitopadesa honour human J. G. Holland J. M. Barrie J. S. Mill Jean Paul Johnson king La Bruyère labour Lewis Morris light live man's Meas mind Molière nature never noble one's Ovid pain passions Plaut pleasure poor Pope quæ quam quod religion rich Roche Ruskin Schiller Schopenhauer sorrow soul speak spirit Tennyson thee things Thomas à Kempis thou thought tion true truth Virg virtue Walter Smith Ward Beecher wisdom wise words
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Página 141 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Página 186 - 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...
Página 286 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Página 383 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not ' seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly...
Página 49 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Página 462 - There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts: How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars...
Página 319 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 129 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Página 475 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 165 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.