Truths illustrated by great authors [ed. by W. White].1885 - 560 Seiten |
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... hand would have embellished it . The Compiler , nevertheless , hopes for the reader's indulgence , and he ventures to offer , in palliation of his faults , both of omission and commission , the following passage from a very acute and ...
... hand would have embellished it . The Compiler , nevertheless , hopes for the reader's indulgence , and he ventures to offer , in palliation of his faults , both of omission and commission , the following passage from a very acute and ...
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... hand a burning Brond he hath , The which he brandisheth about his hed ; His eies did hurle forth sparcles fiery red , And stared sterne on all that him beheld ; As ashes pale of hew and seeming ded ; And on his dagger still his hand he ...
... hand a burning Brond he hath , The which he brandisheth about his hed ; His eies did hurle forth sparcles fiery red , And stared sterne on all that him beheld ; As ashes pale of hew and seeming ded ; And on his dagger still his hand he ...
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... Hand a Sickle he did holde , To reape the ripened Fruit the which the Earth had yold . 0 Avarice . - Blair . ― CURSED Lust of Gold : when for thy sake The Fool throws up his interest in both worlds , First starv'd in this , then damn'd ...
... Hand a Sickle he did holde , To reape the ripened Fruit the which the Earth had yold . 0 Avarice . - Blair . ― CURSED Lust of Gold : when for thy sake The Fool throws up his interest in both worlds , First starv'd in this , then damn'd ...
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... Hand expose , But wishing it farr off his ydle Wish doth lose . Beauty . Spenser . - THE Fairness of her Face no tongue can tell , For she the Daughters of all Women's Race , And Angels eke , in Beautie doth excell , Sparkled on her ...
... Hand expose , But wishing it farr off his ydle Wish doth lose . Beauty . Spenser . - THE Fairness of her Face no tongue can tell , For she the Daughters of all Women's Race , And Angels eke , in Beautie doth excell , Sparkled on her ...
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... hand of bold Incontinence . Beauty . Spenser . - ER Looks were like beams of the morning Sun , When first the fleecie Cattle have begun Upon their perled grass to make their feast . Beauty . Byron . ER glossy Hair was cluster'd o'er a ...
... hand of bold Incontinence . Beauty . Spenser . - ER Looks were like beams of the morning Sun , When first the fleecie Cattle have begun Upon their perled grass to make their feast . Beauty . Byron . ER glossy Hair was cluster'd o'er a ...
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action Affection Anon appear bear Beauty become better body breath Byron Character Colton Conversation Death delight doth Earth Evil eyes face fair fall fear feel fire Fool Fortune Friends Friendship give Gold Government Grace Greville Grief grow hand Happiness hath Health Heart Heaven Honour Hope hour human keep kind Knowledge Learning leave less light live looks Love man's Manners Marriage means Milton Mind mortal Nature never Night o'er once pain Passions Peace perfect persons Pleasure poor possess present Pride Reason Religion rest rich Rochefoucauld seems sense Shakespeare Sleep smile Sorrow Soul speak Spenser spirit sweet Tears thee things thou thought tongue true Truth turn Vice Virtue weak whole wind Wisdom wise Woman Young Youth
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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 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
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 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.