The cynosure, select passages from the most distinguished writers [ed. by sir N.H. Nicolas].1837 |
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... hours necessarily employed in perusing works containing neither beauties of imagination nor elegance of language - a rocky and barren sur- face which was delved and mined for historical or legal purposes . To revert , however , from the ...
... hours necessarily employed in perusing works containing neither beauties of imagination nor elegance of language - a rocky and barren sur- face which was delved and mined for historical or legal purposes . To revert , however , from the ...
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... hour , by transient grief opprest , Ah ! let not vain reflection wound your breast ; For Memory , then , to happier objects blind , Though once the friend , the traitor of the mind , Life's varied sorrows studious to explore , Turns the ...
... hour , by transient grief opprest , Ah ! let not vain reflection wound your breast ; For Memory , then , to happier objects blind , Though once the friend , the traitor of the mind , Life's varied sorrows studious to explore , Turns the ...
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... hours . Fill'd with balm , the gale sighs on , Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So , when pleasure's dream is gone , Its memory lives in music's breath . MOORE . THAT mind must surely err , whose narrow scope Confines CHARITY ...
... hours . Fill'd with balm , the gale sighs on , Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So , when pleasure's dream is gone , Its memory lives in music's breath . MOORE . THAT mind must surely err , whose narrow scope Confines CHARITY ...
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... hour - glass on the run , A mist retreating from the morning - sun , A busy , bustling , still - repeated dream- Its length ? -a minute's pause , a moment's thought : And happiness ? —a bubble on the stream , That in the act of seizing ...
... hour - glass on the run , A mist retreating from the morning - sun , A busy , bustling , still - repeated dream- Its length ? -a minute's pause , a moment's thought : And happiness ? —a bubble on the stream , That in the act of seizing ...
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... hour or half's delight , And so to bid good night ? ' Twas pity Nature brought ye forth , Merely to shew your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so ...
... hour or half's delight , And so to bid good night ? ' Twas pity Nature brought ye forth , Merely to shew your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aspiring tower beam beauty BEN JONSON bids blessed blest bosom brave breast breath bright brow BYRON calm CHAUCER COLERIDGE conscience COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON CYRIL TOURNEUR dark dear death delight doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal evil fair fame fate fear feel FELTHAM flowers folly fortune Fortune's friendship genius gentle gift give gloom glory grief happiness hast hath heart Heaven honour hope hope and fear hour human JOANNA BAILLIE JOHN MITFORD life's light live man's MARY BRUNTON mighty mind nature ne'er never noble o'er once pain passion peace pleasure pride pure racter reason religion round Sabbath bell shine sighs SIR THOMAS WYATT sleep smile soothe sorrow soul spirit storm stream sweet tears Tell thee thine things thou thought throne tion true truth virtue WALTER SCOTT wealth wings wisdom wise WORDSWORTH youth
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Página 87 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 148 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
Página 65 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die.
Página 227 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Página 161 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth: and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Página 53 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 161 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Página 23 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.
Página 74 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it : And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it.
Página 177 - Since Trifles make the Sum of human things And half our misery from our foibles springs Since [life's best joys] consist in peace and ease And [few can] save or serve but all may please: Oh! let the [ungentle] spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence. Large bounties to bestow we wish in vain; But all may shun the guilt of giving pain.