Laconics; or, The best words of the best authors [ed. by J. Timbs]. 1st Amer. ed, Svazek 31829 |
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Výsledky 6-10 z 63
Strana 31
... falling , than , being fallen , to give one's self any stay from fall- ing infinitely . - Sir P. Sidney . CXXXII . The disposition and humour of friends should be dispensed withal ; but when they impose upon us it is a very hard case ...
... falling , than , being fallen , to give one's self any stay from fall- ing infinitely . - Sir P. Sidney . CXXXII . The disposition and humour of friends should be dispensed withal ; but when they impose upon us it is a very hard case ...
Strana 40
... falls again as soon . Still as it ebbs the softer thoughts flow in , And the deceiver love supplies its place . * CLXXXII . Rowe . The beauty of the eye consists , first , in its clearness ; what coloured eye shall please most , depends ...
... falls again as soon . Still as it ebbs the softer thoughts flow in , And the deceiver love supplies its place . * CLXXXII . Rowe . The beauty of the eye consists , first , in its clearness ; what coloured eye shall please most , depends ...
Strana 44
... no small arguments to the incredulous of that first accursed fall of Adam , since our erected wit maketh us know what perfection is , and yet our infect ed will keepeth us from reaching unto it . - 44 LACONICS . CCI. ...
... no small arguments to the incredulous of that first accursed fall of Adam , since our erected wit maketh us know what perfection is , and yet our infect ed will keepeth us from reaching unto it . - 44 LACONICS . CCI. ...
Strana 47
... fall sick , are turned out of doors ; for your lords are readier to feed idle people , than to take care of the sick ; and often the heir is not able to keep together so great a fa- mily as his predecessor did . - Sir T. More's Utopia ...
... fall sick , are turned out of doors ; for your lords are readier to feed idle people , than to take care of the sick ; and often the heir is not able to keep together so great a fa- mily as his predecessor did . - Sir T. More's Utopia ...
Strana 50
... fall her glory maketh , Yet still her eyes give to my flames their fuel . Fire ! burn me quite , till sense of burning leave me ; Air ! let me draw no more my breath in anguish ; Sea ! drowned in thee of tedious life bereave me ; Earth ...
... fall her glory maketh , Yet still her eyes give to my flames their fuel . Fire ! burn me quite , till sense of burning leave me ; Air ! let me draw no more my breath in anguish ; Sea ! drowned in thee of tedious life bereave me ; Earth ...
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Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson better breath Brown charms Churchill colours court creature death Defence of Poesy delight divine doth Dryden ears earth Elizium ev'ry evil Evremond eyes fair fall fame fancy fear flowers folly fools fortune friends give gold grace grow happy hate hath heart heaven honour hour humour king knowledge labour laugh learning liberty light live look man's marriage men's Milton mind mortal nature never night o'er Overbury pain passion pleasure poets poor praise pride Raleigh reason rich Roscommon Sejanus sense Shakspeare shame shine Sidney soul Spenser spirit spleen strong madness sweet taste Tatler Temple thee Theocritus things thou art thought thyself Tom Brown tongue true truth unto vice virtue wheel of fortune whilst wind wisdom wise woman words wretched Young
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Strana 311 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Strana 294 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide : To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Strana 109 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Strana 239 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's Rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Strana 47 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 248 - My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze. Two hundred to adore each breast: But thirty thousand to the rest. An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state; Nor would I love at lower rate.
Strana 114 - But he cometh to you with words set in delightful proportion, either accompanied with, or prepared for, the well-enchanting skill of music; and with a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner...
Strana 15 - Certainly, gentlemen, it ought to be the happiness and glory of a representative to live in the strictest union, the closest correspondence, and the most unreserved communication with his constituents.
Strana 300 - 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.
Strana 258 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.