Truths illustrated by great authors [ed. by W. White].1885 - 560 Seiten |
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... Heaven's light , Darting her beams into each feeble Mind , Against whose power nor God nor Man can find Defence , reward the danger of the wound ; But being hurt , seek to be medicin'd Of her that first did stir that mortal stownd ...
... Heaven's light , Darting her beams into each feeble Mind , Against whose power nor God nor Man can find Defence , reward the danger of the wound ; But being hurt , seek to be medicin'd Of her that first did stir that mortal stownd ...
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... heaven so strongly doth allure The sence of man and all his minde possesse , As Beautie's lovely baite , that doth ... Heavens could drop down glorious . THAT Beauty . - Colton . HAT is not the most perfect Beauty , which , in public ...
... heaven so strongly doth allure The sence of man and all his minde possesse , As Beautie's lovely baite , that doth ... Heavens could drop down glorious . THAT Beauty . - Colton . HAT is not the most perfect Beauty , which , in public ...
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... Heaven alone if will never be admitted into Heaven . Bigotry . Dryden . THE good old Man , too eager in Dispute , Flew high ; and as his Christian Fury rose , Damn'd all for Heretics who durst oppose . Bigotry . - Prior . MOON their ...
... Heaven alone if will never be admitted into Heaven . Bigotry . Dryden . THE good old Man , too eager in Dispute , Flew high ; and as his Christian Fury rose , Damn'd all for Heretics who durst oppose . Bigotry . - Prior . MOON their ...
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... Heaven ! Calumny . - Shakespeare . thou as chaste as ice , as pure as snow , thou shalt B not escape Calumny . Calumny . Shakespeare . ― HE Shrug , the Hum , or Ha ; these petty brands , That Calumny doth use ; For Calumny will sear ...
... Heaven ! Calumny . - Shakespeare . thou as chaste as ice , as pure as snow , thou shalt B not escape Calumny . Calumny . Shakespeare . ― HE Shrug , the Hum , or Ha ; these petty brands , That Calumny doth use ; For Calumny will sear ...
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... , when The help of Heaven we count the act of Men . Caution . Publius Syrius . IT is a good thing to learn Caution by the misfortunes of others . T Caution . - Shakespeare . THINGS , done well OR , THINGS NEW AND OLD . 41.
... , when The help of Heaven we count the act of Men . Caution . Publius Syrius . IT is a good thing to learn Caution by the misfortunes of others . T Caution . - Shakespeare . THINGS , done well OR , THINGS NEW AND OLD . 41.
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Seite 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?
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.