John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Thomas Gray. (1716–1771) (continued) |
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Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann’d by Conquest’s crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state. |
The Bard. I. 1, Line 1. |
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Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream’d like a meteor to the troubled air. 1 |
The Bard. I. 2, Line 5. |
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To high-born Hoel’s harp, or soft Llewellyn’s lay. |
The Bard. I. 2, Line 14. |
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Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. 2 |
The Bard. I. 3, Line 12. |
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Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward’s race. Give ample room and verge enough 3 The characters of hell to trace. |
The Bard. II. 1, Line 1. |
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Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows; While proudly riding o’er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind’s sway, That hush’d in grim repose expects his evening prey. |
The Bard. II. 2, Line 9. |
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Ye towers of Julius, London’s lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed. |
The Bard. II. 3, Line 11. |
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Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! |
The Bard. III. 1, Line 11. |
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And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. |
The Bard. III. 3, Line 3. |
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Comus and his midnight crew. |
Ode for Music. Line 2. |
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While bright-eyed Science watches round. |
Ode for Music. Chorus. Line 3. |
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The still small voice of gratitude. |
Ode for Music. V. Line 8. |
Note 1. See Cowley, Quotation 12. Milton, Quotation 21. [back] |
Note 2. See Shakespeare, Julius Cæsar, Quotation 21. Otway, Quotation 2. [back] |
Note 3. See Dryden, Quotation 103. [back] |