The cynosure, select passages from the most distinguished writers [ed. by sir N.H. Nicolas].1837 |
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1. oldal
... less necessary , if promises had still preserved their primitive vigour and reputation ; nor can any thing be said for the non - performance of a promise , which may not as reasonably be applied to the non - observance of an oath ; and ...
... less necessary , if promises had still preserved their primitive vigour and reputation ; nor can any thing be said for the non - performance of a promise , which may not as reasonably be applied to the non - observance of an oath ; and ...
11. oldal
... less injurious to the blooming shoots Of growing love , is sickly jealousy . MASON . SLEEP steals on us even like his brother Death , We know not when it comes - we know it must come : We may affect to scorn and to contemn it , For ...
... less injurious to the blooming shoots Of growing love , is sickly jealousy . MASON . SLEEP steals on us even like his brother Death , We know not when it comes - we know it must come : We may affect to scorn and to contemn it , For ...
16. oldal
... less of gospel charity , who expects to root out the preju- dices either of individuals or societies by unkind- ness , to extinguish animosity by violence , or a spirit of revenge by want of confidence . BISHOP WATSON . THE joys of life ...
... less of gospel charity , who expects to root out the preju- dices either of individuals or societies by unkind- ness , to extinguish animosity by violence , or a spirit of revenge by want of confidence . BISHOP WATSON . THE joys of life ...
19. oldal
... less profound imparts ; His awful , hers is lovely ; his should tell How thunderbolts , and her's how roses fell . Her rapid mind decides , while his debates ; She feels a truth that he but calculates . He , provident , averts ...
... less profound imparts ; His awful , hers is lovely ; his should tell How thunderbolts , and her's how roses fell . Her rapid mind decides , while his debates ; She feels a truth that he but calculates . He , provident , averts ...
39. oldal
... less fair will soothe my pensive breast , Which seeks not happiness , but longs for rest . H. M. WILLIAMS . He that has never known adversity , is but half ac- quainted with others , or with himself . Constant success shews us but one ...
... less fair will soothe my pensive breast , Which seeks not happiness , but longs for rest . H. M. WILLIAMS . He that has never known adversity , is but half ac- quainted with others , or with himself . Constant success shews us but one ...
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The Cynosure, Select Passages from the Most Distinguished Writers [Ed. by ... Cynosure Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
aspiring tower beam beauty BEN JONSON bids blessed blest bosom brave breast breath bright brow BYRON calm CHAUCER COLERIDGE conscience COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON CYRIL TOURNEUR dark dear death delight doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal evil fair fame fate fear feel FELTHAM flowers folly fortune Fortune's friendship genius gentle gift give gloom glory grief happiness hast hath heart Heaven honour hope hope and fear hour human JOANNA BAILLIE JOHN MITFORD life's light live man's MARY BRUNTON mighty mind nature ne'er never noble o'er once pain passion peace pleasure pride pure racter reason religion round Sabbath bell shine sighs SIR THOMAS WYATT sleep smile soothe sorrow soul spirit storm stream sweet tears Tell thee thine things thou thought throne tion true truth virtue WALTER SCOTT wealth wings wisdom wise WORDSWORTH youth
Népszerű szakaszok
87. oldal - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
148. oldal - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
65. oldal - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die.
227. oldal - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
161. oldal - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth: and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
53. oldal - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
161. oldal - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
23. oldal - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.
74. oldal - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it : And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it.
177. oldal - Since Trifles make the Sum of human things And half our misery from our foibles springs Since [life's best joys] consist in peace and ease And [few can] save or serve but all may please: Oh! let the [ungentle] spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence. Large bounties to bestow we wish in vain; But all may shun the guilt of giving pain.