Book of Elegant Poetical ExtractsLeavitt & Allen Bros., 1869 - 506 páginas |
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... with lasting bays ; Who wel deserves needs not another's praise . If thou dost ill , the joy fades , not the pains ; If well , the pain doth fade , —the joy remains . DANIEL HEATH G. HERBERT 16 ACTIVITY - ENTERPRISE . The body sins not ;
... with lasting bays ; Who wel deserves needs not another's praise . If thou dost ill , the joy fades , not the pains ; If well , the pain doth fade , —the joy remains . DANIEL HEATH G. HERBERT 16 ACTIVITY - ENTERPRISE . The body sins not ;
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... virtue , than hath been By twenty tedious lectures drawn from sin , And foppish humours ; hence the cause doth rise , Men are not won by th ' ears , so well as eyes . RANDOLPH . 18 ACTORS - DRAMA - THEATRE . When , with 2 *
... virtue , than hath been By twenty tedious lectures drawn from sin , And foppish humours ; hence the cause doth rise , Men are not won by th ' ears , so well as eyes . RANDOLPH . 18 ACTORS - DRAMA - THEATRE . When , with 2 *
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... doth the fire the drossy gold refine . SPENSER'S Fairy Queen . " Tis oarbarous to insult a fallen foe . Adversity , sage useful guest , Severe instructor , but the best , It is from thee alone we know Justly to value things below ...
... doth the fire the drossy gold refine . SPENSER'S Fairy Queen . " Tis oarbarous to insult a fallen foe . Adversity , sage useful guest , Severe instructor , but the best , It is from thee alone we know Justly to value things below ...
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... doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest . SHAKSPEARE . Age cannot wither her , nor custom stale Her infinite variety . SHAKSPEARE . Old as I am , for ladies ' love unfit , The power of beauty I remember yet ...
... doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest . SHAKSPEARE . Age cannot wither her , nor custom stale Her infinite variety . SHAKSPEARE . Old as I am , for ladies ' love unfit , The power of beauty I remember yet ...
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... doth flesh , a bubble - glass of breath , Hunt after honour and advancement vain , And rear a trophy for devouring death , With so great labour and long - lasting pain- As if life's days for ever should remain ? SPENSER'S Ruins of Time ...
... doth flesh , a bubble - glass of breath , Hunt after honour and advancement vain , And rear a trophy for devouring death , With so great labour and long - lasting pain- As if life's days for ever should remain ? SPENSER'S Ruins of Time ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES SPRAGUE charms cheek clouds Comus COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory gold grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue weep WELBY wind young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Página 479 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 153 - 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...
Página 342 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Página 457 - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Página 389 - Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before; Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Página 85 - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door. Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh ! give relief and heaven will bless your store.
Página 297 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Página 173 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Página 227 - That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their...
Página 420 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...