Truths illustrated by great authors [ed. by W. White].1885 - Всего страниц: 560 |
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... heart - blood warm'd , that sting my heart ; Three Judases , each one thrice worse than Judas ! - Anatomy . Melancthon . is shameful for Man to OR , THINGS NEW AND OLD . 9.
... heart - blood warm'd , that sting my heart ; Three Judases , each one thrice worse than Judas ! - Anatomy . Melancthon . is shameful for Man to OR , THINGS NEW AND OLD . 9.
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... Heart . Beauty . — Byron . - HO hath not proved how feebly Words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray ? Who doth not feel , until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight , His changing cheek , his sinking heart ...
... Heart . Beauty . — Byron . - HO hath not proved how feebly Words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray ? Who doth not feel , until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight , His changing cheek , his sinking heart ...
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... Heart whose softness harmonized the whole , And , oh ! that Eye was in itself a Soul ! THERE Beauty . - Scott . was a soft and pensive Grace , A cast of thought upon her Face , That suited well the Forehead high , The Eye - lash dark ...
... Heart whose softness harmonized the whole , And , oh ! that Eye was in itself a Soul ! THERE Beauty . - Scott . was a soft and pensive Grace , A cast of thought upon her Face , That suited well the Forehead high , The Eye - lash dark ...
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... heart that sigh We sometimes give to forms that pass us by In the world's crowd , too lovely to remain , Creatures of light we never see again ! - Beauty . Byron . UT Virtue's self , with all her tightest laces , B Hay not the natural ...
... heart that sigh We sometimes give to forms that pass us by In the world's crowd , too lovely to remain , Creatures of light we never see again ! - Beauty . Byron . UT Virtue's self , with all her tightest laces , B Hay not the natural ...
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... heart - robbing eye , And wrapt in fetters of a golden Tresse , That can with melting pleasaunce mollifye Their hardened Hearts enur'd to bloud and cruelty . Beauty . - Lee . O SHE is all Perfections ! All that the blooming Earth can ...
... heart - robbing eye , And wrapt in fetters of a golden Tresse , That can with melting pleasaunce mollifye Their hardened Hearts enur'd to bloud and cruelty . Beauty . - Lee . O SHE is all Perfections ! All that the blooming Earth can ...
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Стр. 104 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Стр. 358 - 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...
Стр. 142 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Стр. 379 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The...
Стр. 446 - Dark-heaving ; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible, — even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 207 - That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery, That aptly is put on.
Стр. 35 - 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; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Стр. 440 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Стр. 469 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Стр. 201 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.