Extracts from English LiteratureChapman and Hall, 1867 - 383 pagina's |
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... , and that whoever takes up this little collection will find means to wile away an idle hour , perhaps not idly spent , and not without some benefit or pleasure . SELECTIONS . 20 UNFADING BEAUTY . HE that loves a iv PREFACE .
... , and that whoever takes up this little collection will find means to wile away an idle hour , perhaps not idly spent , and not without some benefit or pleasure . SELECTIONS . 20 UNFADING BEAUTY . HE that loves a iv PREFACE .
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... pleasure ; and it infinitely abates the evils of vice . BURKE . TRUE Taste is an excellent Economist ; she confines her choice to a few objects , and delights in producing great effects by small means ; while False Taste is for ever ...
... pleasure ; and it infinitely abates the evils of vice . BURKE . TRUE Taste is an excellent Economist ; she confines her choice to a few objects , and delights in producing great effects by small means ; while False Taste is for ever ...
Pagina 22
... pleasure , and intrinsic wealth , STERNE . The body's virtue , and the soul's good fortune , health . COWLEY . Fragments . AH ! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven , When drooping health and spirits go amiss ? How tasteless then ...
... pleasure , and intrinsic wealth , STERNE . The body's virtue , and the soul's good fortune , health . COWLEY . Fragments . AH ! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven , When drooping health and spirits go amiss ? How tasteless then ...
Pagina 27
... Pleasure's pallace , it may soon be spide And day and night her dores to all stand open wide . Faery Queen , Book II . , Canto 3 . THAT only is true Honour which he gives who deserves it himself . THE HILLS . ( FOR earth hath this ...
... Pleasure's pallace , it may soon be spide And day and night her dores to all stand open wide . Faery Queen , Book II . , Canto 3 . THAT only is true Honour which he gives who deserves it himself . THE HILLS . ( FOR earth hath this ...
Pagina 32
... pleasure , Rather hereafter , than in present , is . * Not , that he may not here Taste of the cheer ; But as birds drink and straight lift up their head , So must he sip , and think He may Of better drink attain to , after he is dead ...
... pleasure , Rather hereafter , than in present , is . * Not , that he may not here Taste of the cheer ; But as birds drink and straight lift up their head , So must he sip , and think He may Of better drink attain to , after he is dead ...
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BACON beauty BEN JONSON bird Book breath bright BUTLER Canto charms Childe Harold clouds dark delight doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essays eyes face Faery Queen fair fall fame fear feel flowers fools fortune friends gentle give glory grace grief happy hath hear heart heaven Henry IV hills honour Hudibras human Iliad Ingoldsby Legends JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Lear kings knowledge Lady LADY BLESSINGTON light live look Macbeth man's mankind men's Merchant of Venice mind Miscellaneous Thoughts morn nature ne'er never night numbers o'er Paradise Lost passion pleasure POPE praise pride Queen reason ROCHEFOUCAULD Samson Agonistes sense shine sing sleep smile sorrow soul speak Spectator spirit spring sweet SWIFT taught tears tell thee thine things thou art true truth Twelfth Night virtue weep wild wind wings wise WORDSWORTH
Populaire passages
Pagina 236 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Pagina 326 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Pagina 292 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Pagina 80 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Pagina 132 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Pagina 91 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Pagina 124 - O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Pagina 249 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Pagina 276 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Pagina 344 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...