The cynosure, select passages from the most distinguished writers [ed. by sir N.H. Nicolas].1837 |
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9. oldal
... That of its charms divests the dewy lawn , And robs each flow'ret of its gem , -and dies ; A cobweb hiding disappointment's thorn , Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise . And thou , O Trouble ? —nothing can suppose , 9.
... That of its charms divests the dewy lawn , And robs each flow'ret of its gem , -and dies ; A cobweb hiding disappointment's thorn , Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise . And thou , O Trouble ? —nothing can suppose , 9.
10. oldal
Cynosure sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas. And thou , O Trouble ? —nothing can suppose , ( And sure the power of wisdom only knows , ) What need requireth thee : So free and liberal as thy bounty flows , Some necessary cause must surely be ...
Cynosure sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas. And thou , O Trouble ? —nothing can suppose , ( And sure the power of wisdom only knows , ) What need requireth thee : So free and liberal as thy bounty flows , Some necessary cause must surely be ...
14. oldal
... thou never canst employ A torment teeming with severer smart , Than that which Memory pours upon the heart , While clinging round the sepulchre of Joy ! STRANGFORD'S CAMOENS . REGARD the world with cautious eye , Nor raise your 14.
... thou never canst employ A torment teeming with severer smart , Than that which Memory pours upon the heart , While clinging round the sepulchre of Joy ! STRANGFORD'S CAMOENS . REGARD the world with cautious eye , Nor raise your 14.
17. oldal
... we forfeit pity and esteem . HIGGON . GREATNESS , thou gaudy torment of our souls , The wise man's fetter , and the rage of fools . OTWAY . GUILT is the source of sorrow , ' tis the c 2 17 Science and virtue my sole contemplation, ...
... we forfeit pity and esteem . HIGGON . GREATNESS , thou gaudy torment of our souls , The wise man's fetter , and the rage of fools . OTWAY . GUILT is the source of sorrow , ' tis the c 2 17 Science and virtue my sole contemplation, ...
21. oldal
... thou foolish tear , The world may wreak its will ; Though all around be dark and drear , One light is left me still ! ALLEGIANCE , tempted too far , is like A sword well temper'd on an anvil tried , That press'd too hardly may in pieces ...
... thou foolish tear , The world may wreak its will ; Though all around be dark and drear , One light is left me still ! ALLEGIANCE , tempted too far , is like A sword well temper'd on an anvil tried , That press'd too hardly may in pieces ...
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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.