Truths illustrated by great authors [ed. by W. White].1885 - Всего страниц: 560 |
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... leave to be The things we are for that which we expect : And this ambitious foul Infirmity , In having much , torments us with defect Of that we have : so then we do neglect The thing we have , and all for want of Wit , Make something ...
... leave to be The things we are for that which we expect : And this ambitious foul Infirmity , In having much , torments us with defect Of that we have : so then we do neglect The thing we have , and all for want of Wit , Make something ...
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... living had he none To leave them to ; but , thorough daily care To get , and nightly feare to loose his owne , He led a wretched life unto himself unknowne . c Avarice . Moore . THE Love of Gold , that OR , THINGS NEW AND OLD . 17.
... living had he none To leave them to ; but , thorough daily care To get , and nightly feare to loose his owne , He led a wretched life unto himself unknowne . c Avarice . Moore . THE Love of Gold , that OR , THINGS NEW AND OLD . 17.
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... Leaves are green , Then the first opening of the Flower is seen ; Then come the honied breath and rosy smile , That with their sweets the willing sense beguile ; But as we look , and love , and taste , and praise , And the Fruit grows ...
... Leaves are green , Then the first opening of the Flower is seen ; Then come the honied breath and rosy smile , That with their sweets the willing sense beguile ; But as we look , and love , and taste , and praise , And the Fruit grows ...
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... Beauty truly blent , whose red and white Lady , you are the cruell'st She alive , If you will lead these graces to the grave , And leave the world no copy . Beauty . Byron . HE was a Form of Life 24 ILLUSTRATIONS OF TRUTH ;
... Beauty truly blent , whose red and white Lady , you are the cruell'st She alive , If you will lead these graces to the grave , And leave the world no copy . Beauty . Byron . HE was a Form of Life 24 ILLUSTRATIONS OF TRUTH ;
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... leave itself unfinish'd . Beauty . Shakespeare . - SHE doth teach the torches to burn bright ! O'Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of Night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for Earth too dear . Beauty ...
... leave itself unfinish'd . Beauty . Shakespeare . - SHE doth teach the torches to burn bright ! O'Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of Night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for Earth too dear . Beauty ...
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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. 356 - 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. 140 - 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. 377 - 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. 444 - 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. 205 - 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. 438 - 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. 467 - 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. 199 - 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.