 But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...  DON JUAN - Strana 87autor/autoři: LORD BYRON - 1875Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Familiar quotations - 1883 - 942 str.
...and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die. Stanza 86. 16. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. Stanza 88. And if I laugh... | |
 | Otis Henry Tiffany - 1883 - 954 str.
...least. ( Horace. A man may write at any time if he set himself doggedly at it. (Sam' I Johnson. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think. (Byron. The most original... | |
 | Henry George Bohn - 1883 - 782 str.
...Pt. i. Canto ii. St. 0 Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song. 5851 Waller : To Mr. Creech. Words are things ; and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. 5852 Byron : Don Juan.... | |
 | Harriet B. Swineford - 1883 - 302 str.
...ever, Still for ever fare thee well. Fare thee Well. They never fail who die In a great cause. But words are things ; and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands — perhaps millions — think. Don Juan. The drying... | |
 | Charles Joseph Barnes, J. Marshall Hawkes - 1884 - 516 str.
...without virtue. The Sabbath is the golden clasp which binds together the volume of the week. LONGFELLOW. Words are things; and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions. think. The night is mother of... | |
 | Charles William Bardeen - 1884 - 828 str.
...Comes gliding in, serene and slow, Soft and silent as a dream, A solitary doe 1—WoRDriWOHTH. But words are things, and a small drop of Ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; 'T Is t range, the shortest... | |
 | Book-lover - 1884 - 530 str.
...Contemporaries, Unpublished Lyrics, and Letters of Literary Friends. 1877. LORD BYRON. 1788 — 1824. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think ; 'Tis strange, the shortest... | |
 | 1884 - 532 str.
...Contemporaries, Unpublished Lyrics, and Letters of Literary Friends. 1877. LORD BYRON. 1788 — 1824. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think ; "Pis strange, the shortest... | |
 | Charles Joseph Barnes - 1884 - 524 str.
...without virtue. The Sabbath is the golden clasp which binds together the volume of the week. LonsnLLow. Words are things; and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. The night is mother of... | |
 | Charles William Bardeen - 1884 - 828 str.
...Comes gliding in. serene and slow, Soft and silent as a dream. A solitary doe !— WORDSWORTH. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; "T i* strange, the shortest... | |
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