The cynosure, select passages from the most distinguished writers [ed. by sir N.H. Nicolas].1837 |
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... pride , With many a shade , where peace in rapturous rest , Holds sweet affiance to her fearless breast ; Pure in its source , and temperate in its way , Still flows the same , nor finds its urn decay . LANGHORNE . GIVE me but Something ...
... pride , With many a shade , where peace in rapturous rest , Holds sweet affiance to her fearless breast ; Pure in its source , and temperate in its way , Still flows the same , nor finds its urn decay . LANGHORNE . GIVE me but Something ...
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... pride . Not soon provoked , she easily forgives , And much she suffers as she much believes : Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives , She builds our quiet , as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even , And ...
... pride . Not soon provoked , she easily forgives , And much she suffers as she much believes : Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives , She builds our quiet , as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even , And ...
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... Pride in his awful sight shrinks back appall'd ; Humility is eldest born of virtue , And claims her birth - right at the throne of Heaven . MURPHY . DARE to be what you are , is a rule , which , if ob- served , would secure to men that ...
... Pride in his awful sight shrinks back appall'd ; Humility is eldest born of virtue , And claims her birth - right at the throne of Heaven . MURPHY . DARE to be what you are , is a rule , which , if ob- served , would secure to men that ...
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... pride of human misery , To say it knows not of an opiate : Yet the reft parent , the despairing lover , Even the poor wretch who waits for execution , Feels this oblivion , against which he thought His woes had armed his senses , steal ...
... pride of human misery , To say it knows not of an opiate : Yet the reft parent , the despairing lover , Even the poor wretch who waits for execution , Feels this oblivion , against which he thought His woes had armed his senses , steal ...
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... after they have shewn their pride Like you awhile , they glide Into the grave . HERRICK THIS truth how certain when this life is o'er ; We die to live , and live to die no more . C LET Fate do her worst , there are relics of 13.
... after they have shewn their pride Like you awhile , they glide Into the grave . HERRICK THIS truth how certain when this life is o'er ; We die to live , and live to die no more . C LET Fate do her worst , there are relics of 13.
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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
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Сторінка 87 - 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.
Сторінка 148 - 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...
Сторінка 65 - 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.
Сторінка 227 - 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...
Сторінка 161 - 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.
Сторінка 53 - 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.
Сторінка 161 - 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.
Сторінка 23 - 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.
Сторінка 74 - 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.
Сторінка 177 - 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.