Wise Sayings of the Great and GoodWhittaker, 1864 - 339 pagina's |
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... sound thought and well - matured reflections could have no share , we may be sure , in these hasty perform- Thus are books multiplied , whilst authors are scarce ; and so much easier is it to write than to think ! Letters on Thinking ...
... sound thought and well - matured reflections could have no share , we may be sure , in these hasty perform- Thus are books multiplied , whilst authors are scarce ; and so much easier is it to write than to think ! Letters on Thinking ...
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... sound ? A long and lingering sleep the weary crave . And Peace ? Where can its happiness abound ? No where at all , save heaven and the grave . What is Life ? -JOHN CLARE . DEATH . Death openeth the gate to good fame , The Great and ...
... sound ? A long and lingering sleep the weary crave . And Peace ? Where can its happiness abound ? No where at all , save heaven and the grave . What is Life ? -JOHN CLARE . DEATH . Death openeth the gate to good fame , The Great and ...
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... sound , Parading round , and round , and round : To me it talks of ravaged plains , And burning towns , and ruined swains , And mangled limbs , and dying groans , And widows ' tears , and orphans ' moans ; And all that misery's hand ...
... sound , Parading round , and round , and round : To me it talks of ravaged plains , And burning towns , and ruined swains , And mangled limbs , and dying groans , And widows ' tears , and orphans ' moans ; And all that misery's hand ...
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... sounds , but , like the knell It brings bad tidings ! how it hourly blows Man's misadventures round the list'ning world ! Night Thoughts , VIII . Line 106. - EDWARD YOUNG . FAMILY . How to train a One asked a mother who had brought up ...
... sounds , but , like the knell It brings bad tidings ! how it hourly blows Man's misadventures round the list'ning world ! Night Thoughts , VIII . Line 106. - EDWARD YOUNG . FAMILY . How to train a One asked a mother who had brought up ...
Pagina 99
... sound , the echo sleeps at last , And glory , like the phoenix ' midst her fires Exhales her odours , blazes , and expires . English Bards and Scotch Reviewers . - BYRON . " GOD IS LOVE . " God is all love , it is He who made everything ...
... sound , the echo sleeps at last , And glory , like the phoenix ' midst her fires Exhales her odours , blazes , and expires . English Bards and Scotch Reviewers . - BYRON . " GOD IS LOVE . " God is all love , it is He who made everything ...
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angels BACON BEAUMONT and FLETCHER beautiful blessing Bonduca Book breast breath BYRON Canto Chap Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds CRABBE Cure Cymbeline dark death delight doth E. B. LYTTON earth EDWARD YOUNG Essay evil fear flowers Fool of Quality fortune Genius Giaour GILES FLETCHER glory God's grave grief happiness hath heart heaven honour hope hour human immortal King Henry King Henry VI Lady of Lyons Letter light Line live Lord LORD BYRON luxury man's Maxims mind Mixt Contemplations morn nature never Night Thoughts o'er OTWAY passion Philaster pleasure prayer pride QUARLES rest Scene I.-T Scene II.-SHAKSPERE Scripture Observations Sermon SHAKSPERE shine sigh sleep smile Snares in thy Solitude sorrow soul spirit stars Strung Pearls.-RUCKERT sweet thee Thierry and Theodoret thine things THOMAS FULLER THOMAS GRAY thou art truth virtue wind WORDSWORTH wounded Conscience YOUNG youth Zanoni
Populaire passages
Pagina 134 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Pagina 209 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Pagina 315 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Pagina 102 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetened not thy breath...
Pagina 21 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Pagina 251 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Pagina 210 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods, — Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature ; The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils...
Pagina 224 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Pagina 284 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Pagina 180 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes! From different natures marvellously mixed, Connection exquisite of distant worlds! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity!