Familiar Quotations / A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to / Their Sources in Ancient and Modern Literature

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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 115.

Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 115.

Alas! our young affections run to waste,

Or water but the desert.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 120.

I see before me the gladiator lie.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 140.

There were his young barbarians all at play;

There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire,