Handy Dictionary of Poetical Quotations eBook

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Dorchester, mass.,
July, 1901.


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Abash’d the devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her shape how lovely.
MiltonPar.  Lost, Bk. iv., Line 846.


To happy convents bosom’d deep in vines, Where slumber abbots purple as their wines. 2 PopeDunciad, Bk. iv., Line 301.


I give this heavy weight from off my head,
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duteous oaths.
SHAKS.:  Richard II., Act iv., Sc. 1.


So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he. 4 MiltonPar.  Lost, Bk. v., Line 896.


I profess not talking; only this,
Let each man do his best.
SHAKS.:  1 Henry IV., Act v., Sc. 2.


What! keep a week away!  Seven days and nights? 
Eight score eight hours? and lovers’ absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight score times? 
O weary reckoning!
SHAKS.:  Othello, Act iii., Sc. 1.

Though lost to sight, to memory dear
Thou ever wilt remain.
George LinleySong, Though Lost to Sight.

Condemn’d whole years in absence to deplore, And image charms he must behold no more. 8 PopeEloisa to A., Line 361.

O last love!  O first love! 
My love with the true heart,
To think I have come to this your home,
And yet—­we are apart!
Jean IngelowSailing Beyond Seas.

’Tis said that absence conquers love;
  But oh believe it not! 
I’ve tried, alas! its power to prove,
  But thou art not forgot.
Frederick W. ThomasAbsence Conquers Love.


Against diseases here the strongest fence
Is the defensive virtue abstinence.
HERRICK:  Aph.  Abstinence.


Thou thread, thou thimble,
Thou yard, three quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou: 
Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant.
SHAKS.:  Tam. of the S., Act iv., Sc. 3.


As the unthought-on accident is guilty
Of what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies
Of every wind that blows.
SHAKS.:  Wint.  Tale, Act iv., Sc. 3.

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