The cynosure, select passages from the most distinguished writers [ed. by sir N.H. Nicolas].1837 |
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5. oldal
... young that confidence should come all and only on their side : the human heart , at whatever age , opens only to the heart that opens in return . MISS EDGEWORTH . PARTING . OH ! who can tell , save those B 2 5 WHEN we are sick, where ...
... young that confidence should come all and only on their side : the human heart , at whatever age , opens only to the heart that opens in return . MISS EDGEWORTH . PARTING . OH ! who can tell , save those B 2 5 WHEN we are sick, where ...
28. oldal
... YOUNG . THE fundamental qualities of true friendship are , constancy and fidelity . Without these material ingredients it is of no value . An inconstant man is not capable of friendship . He may perhaps have affections which ...
... YOUNG . THE fundamental qualities of true friendship are , constancy and fidelity . Without these material ingredients it is of no value . An inconstant man is not capable of friendship . He may perhaps have affections which ...
36. oldal
... young , the lazy , The coward , and the fool , condemn'd to lose A useless life in waiting for To - morrow , To gaze with longing eyes upon To - morrow , Till interposing Death destroys the prospect ! Strange ! that this general fraud ...
... young , the lazy , The coward , and the fool , condemn'd to lose A useless life in waiting for To - morrow , To gaze with longing eyes upon To - morrow , Till interposing Death destroys the prospect ! Strange ! that this general fraud ...
52. oldal
... young weep , Their tears are lukewarm brine ; -from our old eyes Sorrow falls down like hail drops from the north , Chilling the furrows of our wither'd cheeks , Cold as our hopes , and harden'd as our feeling : Theirs , as they fall ...
... young weep , Their tears are lukewarm brine ; -from our old eyes Sorrow falls down like hail drops from the north , Chilling the furrows of our wither'd cheeks , Cold as our hopes , and harden'd as our feeling : Theirs , as they fall ...
63. oldal
... young or old ; There is underneath the sun Nothing in true earnest done . All our pride is but a jest , None are worst and none are best . Grief and joy , and hope and fear , Play their pageants every where ; Vain opinion all doth sway ...
... young or old ; There is underneath the sun Nothing in true earnest done . All our pride is but a jest , None are worst and none are best . Grief and joy , and hope and fear , Play their pageants every where ; Vain opinion all doth sway ...
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The Cynosure, Select Passages from the Most Distinguished Writers [Ed. by ... Cynosure Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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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.