Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources: Including Phrases, Mottoes, Maxims, Proverbs, Definitions, Aphorisms, and Sayings of the Wise Men, in Their Bearing on Life, Literature, Speculation, Science, Art, Religion, and Morals, Especially in the Modern Aspects of ThemRev. James Wood Frederick Warne and Company, 1893 - 658 стор. |
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... pleasure , however intense , compensate for even the slightest pain . Pliny . Bona nemini hora est , ut non alicui sit mala -There is no hour good for one man that is not bad for another . Pub . Syr . Bonarum rerum consuetudo est ...
... pleasure , however intense , compensate for even the slightest pain . Pliny . Bona nemini hora est , ut non alicui sit mala -There is no hour good for one man that is not bad for another . Pub . Syr . Bonarum rerum consuetudo est ...
Сторінка 32
... pleasure is the parent of pain . Pr . Brevity is the body and soul of wit . Jean Paul . Brevity is the soul of wit . Ham . , iii . 2 . Bric - a - brac - Articles of vertu or curiosity . Fr. Bricht ein Ring , so bricht die ganze Katte- A ...
... pleasure is the parent of pain . Pr . Brevity is the body and soul of wit . Jean Paul . Brevity is the soul of wit . Ham . , iii . 2 . Bric - a - brac - Articles of vertu or curiosity . Fr. Bricht ein Ring , so bricht die ganze Katte- A ...
Сторінка 33
... pleasure in its course , and without consolation at the end . Jouy . 10 But from the heart of Nature rolled / The ... pleasures are like poppies spread , / You seize the flower , its bloom is shed ; / Or , like the snowfall on the river ...
... pleasure in its course , and without consolation at the end . Jouy . 10 But from the heart of Nature rolled / The ... pleasures are like poppies spread , / You seize the flower , its bloom is shed ; / Or , like the snowfall on the river ...
Сторінка 40
... pleasure car . Fr. Character gives splendour to youth , and awe to wrinkled skin and grey hairs . Emer- son . Character is a fact , and that is much in a world of pretence and concession . A. B. Alcott . Character is a perfectly ...
... pleasure car . Fr. Character gives splendour to youth , and awe to wrinkled skin and grey hairs . Emer- son . Character is a fact , and that is much in a world of pretence and concession . A. B. Alcott . Character is a perfectly ...
Сторінка 50
... pleasure that concealed it . Emerson . Crime cannot be hindered by punishment , but only by letting no man grow up a criminal . Ruskin . Crime , like virtue , has its degrees . Racine . Crimen læsæ majestatis - Crime of high treason ...
... pleasure that concealed it . Emerson . Crime cannot be hindered by punishment , but only by letting no man grow up a criminal . Ruskin . Crime , like virtue , has its degrees . Racine . Crimen læsæ majestatis - Crime of high treason ...
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Amiel Bacon beauty better Bible Bruyère Burns Byron c'est Cæs Carlyle Colton death devil divine doth Dryden earth Emerson eternal everything evil faith fear feel fool fortune Gael genius George Eliot George Herbert give Goethe gold Goldsmith happy hath heart heaven Hitopadesa honour human J. G. Holland J. M. Barrie J. S. Mill Jean Paul Johnson king La Bruyère labour Lewis Morris light live man's Meas mind Molière nature never noble one's Ovid pain passions Plaut pleasure poor Pope quæ quam quod religion rich Roche Ruskin Schiller Schopenhauer sorrow soul speak spirit Tennyson thee things Thomas à Kempis thou thought tion true truth Virg virtue Walter Smith Ward Beecher wisdom wise words
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Сторінка 141 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Сторінка 186 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Сторінка 286 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Сторінка 383 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not ' seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly...
Сторінка 49 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Сторінка 462 - There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts: How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars...
Сторінка 319 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Сторінка 129 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Сторінка 475 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Сторінка 165 - 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 : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.