Truths illustrated by great authors [ed. by W. White].1885 - 560 pages |
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... Face than the small - pox . THE Affectation . Goldsmith . - HE unaffected of every Country nearly resemble each other , and a page of our Confucius and your Tillot- son have scarce any material difference . Paltry Affecta- tion ...
... Face than the small - pox . THE Affectation . Goldsmith . - HE unaffected of every Country nearly resemble each other , and a page of our Confucius and your Tillot- son have scarce any material difference . Paltry Affecta- tion ...
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... face be fearful to their eyes , Yet , in Protection of their tender ones , Who hath not seen them ( even with those wings Which sometimes they have used with fearful flight ) Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest , Offering ...
... face be fearful to their eyes , Yet , in Protection of their tender ones , Who hath not seen them ( even with those wings Which sometimes they have used with fearful flight ) Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest , Offering ...
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... Face deep furrows eld hath plight ; My Head besprent with hoary frost I find , And by mine Eye the crow his claw doth wright ; Delight is laid abed , and pleasure , past ; No Sun now shines , clouds have all over - cast . - Age . Sir W ...
... Face deep furrows eld hath plight ; My Head besprent with hoary frost I find , And by mine Eye the crow his claw doth wright ; Delight is laid abed , and pleasure , past ; No Sun now shines , clouds have all over - cast . - Age . Sir W ...
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... face of mine be hid snow , And all the conduits of my Blood froze up ; Yet hath my night of life some memory ; My wasting lamp some fading Glimmer left , My dull deaf ears a little use to hear . Age . Madame de Stael . Ir is difficult ...
... face of mine be hid snow , And all the conduits of my Blood froze up ; Yet hath my night of life some memory ; My wasting lamp some fading Glimmer left , My dull deaf ears a little use to hear . Age . Madame de Stael . Ir is difficult ...
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... Face , So lovely , yet so arch , so full of mirth , The overflowings of an innocent 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 ...
... Face , So lovely , yet so arch , so full of mirth , The overflowings of an innocent 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 ...
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Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.