John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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James Thomson. (1700–1748) (continued) |
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Ships dim-discover’d dropping from the clouds. |
The Seasons. Summer. Line 946. |
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And Mecca saddens at the long delay. |
The Seasons. Summer. Line 979. |
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For many a day, and many a dreadful night, Incessant lab’ring round the stormy cape. |
The Seasons. Summer. Line 1003. |
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Sigh’d and look’d unutterable things. |
The Seasons. Summer. Line 1188. |
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A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs. |
The Seasons. Summer. Line 1285. |
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So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. |
The Seasons. Summer. Line 1346. |
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Who stemm’d the torrent of a downward age. |
The Seasons. Summer. Line 1516. |
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Autumn nodding o’er the yellow plain. |
The Seasons. Autumn. Line 2. |
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Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn’d, adorn’d the most. 1 |
The Seasons. Autumn. Line 204. |
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He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal’d. |
The Seasons. Autumn. Line 229. |
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For still the world prevail’d, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn. |
The Seasons. Autumn. Line 233. |
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See, Winter comes to rule the varied year. 2 |
The Seasons. Winter. Line 1. |
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Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. |
The Seasons. Winter. Line 393. |
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There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead. |
The Seasons. Winter. Line 431. |
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The kiss, snatch’d hasty from the sidelong maid. |
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Note 1. See Milton, Quotation 114. Nam ut mulieres esse dicuntur nonnullæ inornatæ, quas id ipsum diceat, sic hæc subtilis oratio etiam incompta delectat (For as lack of adornment is said to become some women; so this subtle oration, though without embellishment, gives delight)—Cicero: Orator, 23, 78. [back] |
Note 2. O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.—William Cowper: The Task, book iv. Winter Evening, line 34. [back] |