Truths illustrated by great authors [ed. by W. White].1885 - 560 pages |
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... things thy envy call , Say , wouldst thou be the man to whom they fall ? To sigh for ribbands , if thou art so silly , Mark how they grace Lord Umbra , or Sir Billy . Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life ? Look but on Gripus , or on ...
... things thy envy call , Say , wouldst thou be the man to whom they fall ? To sigh for ribbands , if thou art so silly , Mark how they grace Lord Umbra , or Sir Billy . Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life ? Look but on Gripus , or on ...
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... things than the Ancients themselves ; for that alone is true Antiquity , which em- braces the Antiquity of the World , and not that which would refer us back to a period when the World was young . But by whom is this true Antiquity ...
... things than the Ancients themselves ; for that alone is true Antiquity , which em- braces the Antiquity of the World , and not that which would refer us back to a period when the World was young . But by whom is this true Antiquity ...
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... things seem right , no matter what they are . Appearances . Shakespeare . THERE is a fair Behaviour in thee , Captain ; And though that Nature with a beauteous wall Doth often close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hast ...
... things seem right , no matter what they are . Appearances . Shakespeare . THERE is a fair Behaviour in thee , Captain ; And though that Nature with a beauteous wall Doth often close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hast ...
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... Things will make a Man both peak and think more sublimely and mag- nificently when he descends to human affairs . THERE Atheism . — Hare . HERE is no being eloquent for Atheism . In that exhausted receiver the Mind cannot use its wings ...
... Things will make a Man both peak and think more sublimely and mag- nificently when he descends to human affairs . THERE Atheism . — Hare . HERE is no being eloquent for Atheism . In that exhausted receiver the Mind cannot use its wings ...
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... things wip'd out with a spunge do perish , Because the living cared not to cherish No gentle Wits , through pride or covetize , Which might their names for ever memorize ! THEN Autumn . - - Spenser . came the Autumne , all in Yellow ...
... things wip'd out with a spunge do perish , Because the living cared not to cherish No gentle Wits , through pride or covetize , Which might their names for ever memorize ! THEN Autumn . - - Spenser . came the Autumne , all in Yellow ...
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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.