Laconics; or, The best words of the best authors [ed. by J. Timbs]. 1st Amer. ed, Том 31829 |
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... bear no arms , but their tongues are sharper than Actius ' razor , their pens carry further , and give a louder report than thunder . I had rather stand in the shock of a basilisk , than in the fury of a merciless pen . - Sir . T. Brown ...
... bear no arms , but their tongues are sharper than Actius ' razor , their pens carry further , and give a louder report than thunder . I had rather stand in the shock of a basilisk , than in the fury of a merciless pen . - Sir . T. Brown ...
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... Bears greatest names in his wild airy flight . VII . Sampson Agonistes . Learned men have learnedly thought , that where once reason hath so much over - mastered passion , as that the mind hath a free desire to do well , the in- ward ...
... Bears greatest names in his wild airy flight . VII . Sampson Agonistes . Learned men have learnedly thought , that where once reason hath so much over - mastered passion , as that the mind hath a free desire to do well , the in- ward ...
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... bear misfortunes hardly : Good offices claim gratitude ; and pride , Where power is wanting , will usurp a little , And make us ( rather than be thought behind hand ) Pay over - price . LIV . Otway . When man has looked about him as far ...
... bear misfortunes hardly : Good offices claim gratitude ; and pride , Where power is wanting , will usurp a little , And make us ( rather than be thought behind hand ) Pay over - price . LIV . Otway . When man has looked about him as far ...
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... bear a countenance more princely than they are wont ; for it is the temper of the highest hearts , like the palm - tree , to strive most up- wards , when it is most burthened . - Sir . P. Sidney . XCIX . As good and wise ; so she be fit ...
... bear a countenance more princely than they are wont ; for it is the temper of the highest hearts , like the palm - tree , to strive most up- wards , when it is most burthened . - Sir . P. Sidney . XCIX . As good and wise ; so she be fit ...
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... bear the government in the commonwealth . - Sir W. Raleigh . CLXXI . In storms when clouds the moon do hide , And no ... Bears weary marches , sleepless nights For this feeds hard , and lodges cold , Which can't be bought with hills of ...
... bear the government in the commonwealth . - Sir W. Raleigh . CLXXI . In storms when clouds the moon do hide , And no ... Bears weary marches , sleepless nights For this feeds hard , and lodges cold , Which can't be bought with hills of ...
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Страница 311 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Страница 294 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide : To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Страница 109 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Страница 239 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's Rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Страница 47 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Страница 248 - My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze. Two hundred to adore each breast: But thirty thousand to the rest. An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state; Nor would I love at lower rate.
Страница 114 - But he cometh to you with words set in delightful proportion, either accompanied with, or prepared for, the well-enchanting skill of music; and with a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner...
Страница 15 - Certainly, gentlemen, it ought to be the happiness and glory of a representative to live in the strictest union, the closest correspondence, and the most unreserved communication with his constituents.
Страница 300 - Now the bright morning star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Страница 258 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.