Chapter REBELLION to REFRESHMENT of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

REBELLION to REFRESHMENT

REBELLION.—My own flesh and blood to rebel!

Shakespeare.—Merchant of Venice, Act III. Scene 1. (Shylock to Salarino.)

RECKONING.—I ne’er cost you a coach yet, nor put you to the dear repentance of a banquet.

Beaumont and Fletcher.—Philaster, Act II. Scene 2.

So comes a reck’ning when the banquet’s o’er,
The dreadful reck’ning, and men smile no more.

Gay.—What d’ye Call it, Act II. Scene 9.

No reckoning made, but sent to my account,
With all my imperfections on my head.

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act I. Scene 5. (The Ghost to Hamlet.)

And I, with all my sins about me, hurl’d
To th’ utter darkness of the lower world.

Roscommon.—The Ghost, last line but two.

I am ill at reckoning; it fits the spirit of a tapster.

Shakespeare.—Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act I. Scene 2. (Armado to Moth.)

RECOILED.—And back recoil’d, he knew not why,
Even at the sound himself had made.

Collins.—Ode on the Passions, Line 19.

RECONCILEMENT.—Never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc’d so deep.

Milton.—Paradise Lost, Book IV. Line 98.

RECRUIT.—Here, hand me down the statute—read the articles —swear, kiss the book—subscribe, and be a hero: sixpence a day, subsistence and arrears.

Farquhar.—The Recruiting Officer.

He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk;
He steps right onward, martial in his air,
His form, and movement.

Cowper.—The Task, Book IV. Line 639.

RECTOR.—And while in wealth he cuts and carves,
The worthy curate prays and starves.

Geo. Combe.—Dr. Syntax, Tour to the Lakes, Chap. VII.

REDOLENT.—Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray’d,
A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow,
As, waving fresh their gladsome wing,
My weary soul they seem to smooth,
And, redolent of joy and youth,
To breathe a second spring.

Gray.—Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 2.

REFLECTION.—But with the morning cool reflection came.

Scott.—The Highland Widow, Introd. Chap. IV.

They only babble who practise not reflection.
I shall think—and thought is silence.