The Rhyming Dictionary of the English Language: In which the Whole Language is Arranged According to Its TerminationsG. Routledge, 1904 - 720 pagine |
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Pagina 2
... kind of pulse , s . A're - a An open surface , as the floor of a room , s Sea The ocean ; large lake , s . Tea A ... kind of adoration , s . In - sig'ni - a Badges of distinction , s . Bri - tan'ni - a A kind of metal , s . A - dan ...
... kind of pulse , s . A're - a An open surface , as the floor of a room , s Sea The ocean ; large lake , s . Tea A ... kind of adoration , s . In - sig'ni - a Badges of distinction , s . Bri - tan'ni - a A kind of metal , s . A - dan ...
Pagina 3
... kind of worship , s . Par - o - no - masi - a A figure in rhetoric resembling a pun , s . An - to - no - ma'si - a In rhetoric , the dignity for the person , s . Eu - tha - na'si - a An easy death , s . Ge - o - da si - a In geometry ...
... kind of worship , s . Par - o - no - masi - a A figure in rhetoric resembling a pun , s . An - to - no - ma'si - a In rhetoric , the dignity for the person , s . Eu - tha - na'si - a An easy death , s . Ge - o - da si - a In geometry ...
Pagina 8
... kind of ordinance , rhymes hum , s To bomb To attack with bombs , rhymes hum , v . a . Comb An instrument to adjust the hair ; the caruncle of a cock ; the cells of honey , rhymes home , s . To comb To divide ; to dress ; to clean ...
... kind of ordinance , rhymes hum , s To bomb To attack with bombs , rhymes hum , v . a . Comb An instrument to adjust the hair ; the caruncle of a cock ; the cells of honey , rhymes home , s . To comb To divide ; to dress ; to clean ...
Pagina 14
... kind of verse , & A - garic A genus of fungi , s . Fabric An edifice ; a building ; a system , s . Cam'bric A kind of fine linen , s . Lubric Slippery ; smooth on the surface , a Rubric Red , a . Rubric Directions in the common prayer ...
... kind of verse , & A - garic A genus of fungi , s . Fabric An edifice ; a building ; a system , s . Cam'bric A kind of fine linen , s . Lubric Slippery ; smooth on the surface , a Rubric Red , a . Rubric Directions in the common prayer ...
Pagina 16
... kind of dropsy , a . Ap - o - phleg - matic Drawing away phlegm , a . Smeg - matic Soapy ; detersive , a . Stig - matic Branded with infamy , a . Dog - matic Opinionative ; magisterial , a . Gram - matic Belonging to grammar , a . Ep ...
... kind of dropsy , a . Ap - o - phleg - matic Drawing away phlegm , a . Smeg - matic Soapy ; detersive , a . Stig - matic Branded with infamy , a . Dog - matic Opinionative ; magisterial , a . Gram - matic Belonging to grammar , a . Ep ...
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Brani popolari
Pagina xxiv - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
Pagina xxiv - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range; Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Pagina xvii - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Pagina xviii - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Pagina xviii - Thro' prosperous floods his holy urn. All night no ruder air perplex Thy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright As our pure love, thro' early light Shall glimmer on the dewy decks. Sphere all your lights around, above; Sleep, gentle heavens, before the prow ; Sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now, My friend, the brother of my love; My Arthur, whom I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run; Dear as the mother to the son, More than my brothers are to me.
Pagina xiv - We can only say, that he lived in the infancy of our poetry, and that nothing is brought to perfection at the first. We must be children, before we grow men. There was an Ennius, and in process of time a Lucilius and a Lucretius, before Virgil and Horace.
Pagina xxii - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Pagina xxvi - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove...
Pagina xxv - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Pagina xxx - I called upon thy Name, O Lord, out of the low dungeon. Thou hast heard my voice : hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry. Thou drewest near in the day that I called upon thee : thou saidst, Fear not.