Dictionary of Quotations: (English)S. Sonnenschein, 1897 - Počet stran: 510 |
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... woman - either love like an angel , Or hate like a devil - in extremes to dwell . " UNKNOWN . The Rare Triumphs of Love and Fortune ( Penulo ) , Act I. " A rolling stone gathers no moss . ' 99 OLD PROVErb . " On the stone that still ...
... woman - either love like an angel , Or hate like a devil - in extremes to dwell . " UNKNOWN . The Rare Triumphs of Love and Fortune ( Penulo ) , Act I. " A rolling stone gathers no moss . ' 99 OLD PROVErb . " On the stone that still ...
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... woman , a spaniel , and a walnut - tree , The more you beat them , the better they be . " CHAS . TAYLOR . A woman ... Her lot is made for her by the love she accepts . " GEORGE ELIOT . Felix Holt , Ch . XLIII . " A woman like a butt ...
... woman , a spaniel , and a walnut - tree , The more you beat them , the better they be . " CHAS . TAYLOR . A woman ... Her lot is made for her by the love she accepts . " GEORGE ELIOT . Felix Holt , Ch . XLIII . " A woman like a butt ...
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... woman bred in France . " WYCHERLEY . The Plain Dealer ( Olivia ) , Act II . , Sc . I. " As the greatest things often take rise from the smallest beginnings , so the worst things sometimes proceed from good intentions . " DR . PRIESTLEY ...
... woman bred in France . " WYCHERLEY . The Plain Dealer ( Olivia ) , Act II . , Sc . I. " As the greatest things often take rise from the smallest beginnings , so the worst things sometimes proceed from good intentions . " DR . PRIESTLEY ...
Strana 53
... woman hath believed— Repented and reproach'd , and then believed once more . " SIR W. SCOTT . Fortunes of Nigel , Ch . XX . " Crime and punishment grow out of one stem . Punishment is a fruit that unsuspected ripens within the flower of ...
... woman hath believed— Repented and reproach'd , and then believed once more . " SIR W. SCOTT . Fortunes of Nigel , Ch . XX . " Crime and punishment grow out of one stem . Punishment is a fruit that unsuspected ripens within the flower of ...
Strana 61
... woman , woman rules us still . " 66 TOM MOORE . Sovereign Woman . 61 ' Disguise thyself as thou wilt still , Slavery ! still thou art a bitter draught . " STERNE . The Sentimental Journey . " Dissensions like small streams are first ...
... woman , woman rules us still . " 66 TOM MOORE . Sovereign Woman . 61 ' Disguise thyself as thou wilt still , Slavery ! still thou art a bitter draught . " STERNE . The Sentimental Journey . " Dissensions like small streams are first ...
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Strana 305 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Strana 53 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strana 189 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Strana 139 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Strana 189 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Strana 121 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Strana 227 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Strana 334 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Strana 170 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Strana 348 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!