The cynosure, select passages from the most distinguished writers [ed. by sir N.H. Nicolas].1837 |
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... hast well advis'd , And whisper'd wisdom to the deafest ear ; Whom all have trembled at , thy might has dar'd ; Whom all have flatter'd , thou alone hast scorn'd , And swept poor deified mortality With common ashes to an humble grave ...
... hast well advis'd , And whisper'd wisdom to the deafest ear ; Whom all have trembled at , thy might has dar'd ; Whom all have flatter'd , thou alone hast scorn'd , And swept poor deified mortality With common ashes to an humble grave ...
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... hast only conversed with those who are lost to her best feelings . I tell thee , proud Templar , that not in thy fiercest battles hast thou displayed more of thy vaunted courage , than has been shewn by woman when called upon to suffer ...
... hast only conversed with those who are lost to her best feelings . I tell thee , proud Templar , that not in thy fiercest battles hast thou displayed more of thy vaunted courage , than has been shewn by woman when called upon to suffer ...
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... hast thou not security ? Thou art Like a bright river , on whose course the weeds Are thick and heavy ; briars are on its banks , And jagged stones and rocks are ' mid its waves . Conscious of its own beauty , it will rush Over its many ...
... hast thou not security ? Thou art Like a bright river , on whose course the weeds Are thick and heavy ; briars are on its banks , And jagged stones and rocks are ' mid its waves . Conscious of its own beauty , it will rush Over its many ...
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... hast , as I Commanded thee , done blabbing ; Because to give the lie , Deserves no less than stabbing : Stab at thee who that will , No stab the Soul can kill ! DAVISON'S RHAPSODY , 1608 . N IF a man makes me keep my distance , the 133.
... hast , as I Commanded thee , done blabbing ; Because to give the lie , Deserves no less than stabbing : Stab at thee who that will , No stab the Soul can kill ! DAVISON'S RHAPSODY , 1608 . N IF a man makes me keep my distance , the 133.
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... fitting gestures to her purpose frame , The guiltless man with guile to entertain ? SPENSER . WHERE there is yet shame , there may in time be virtue . JOHNSON . THE SABBATH BELL . PILGRIM , thou hast meekly borne 195.
... fitting gestures to her purpose frame , The guiltless man with guile to entertain ? SPENSER . WHERE there is yet shame , there may in time be virtue . JOHNSON . THE SABBATH BELL . PILGRIM , thou hast meekly borne 195.
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Страница 87 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Страница 148 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
Страница 65 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die.
Страница 227 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Страница 161 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth: and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Страница 53 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Страница 161 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Страница 23 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.
Страница 74 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it : And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it.
Страница 177 - Since Trifles make the Sum of human things And half our misery from our foibles springs Since [life's best joys] consist in peace and ease And [few can] save or serve but all may please: Oh! let the [ungentle] spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence. Large bounties to bestow we wish in vain; But all may shun the guilt of giving pain.