Truths illustrated by great authors [ed. by W. White].1885 - 560 páginas |
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... breathe their momentary Sweets , then go . ' Tis the stainless Soul within That outshines the fairest Skin . Beauty . Rogers . BUT then her Face , So lovely , yet so arch , so full of mirth , The overflowings of an innocent Heart ...
... breathe their momentary Sweets , then go . ' Tis the stainless Soul within That outshines the fairest Skin . Beauty . Rogers . BUT then her Face , So lovely , yet so arch , so full of mirth , The overflowings of an innocent Heart ...
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... breath and rosy smile , That with their sweets the willing sense beguile ; But as we look , and love , and taste , and praise , And the Fruit grows , the charming Flower decays ; Till all is gather'd , and the wintry blast Moans o'er ...
... breath and rosy smile , That with their sweets the willing sense beguile ; But as we look , and love , and taste , and praise , And the Fruit grows , the charming Flower decays ; Till all is gather'd , and the wintry blast Moans o'er ...
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... breathing wind To her faint limbs ! and while her snowy hands From her fair brow her golden hair unbind , And of her zone unloose the silken bands , More passing bright unveil'd her Beauty stands ; For faultless was her Form as Beauty's ...
... breathing wind To her faint limbs ! and while her snowy hands From her fair brow her golden hair unbind , And of her zone unloose the silken bands , More passing bright unveil'd her Beauty stands ; For faultless was her Form as Beauty's ...
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... breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days , When rocks impregnable are not so stout , Nor gates of steel so strong , but Time decays ? O , fearful Meditation ! where , alack , Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest ...
... breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days , When rocks impregnable are not so stout , Nor gates of steel so strong , but Time decays ? O , fearful Meditation ! where , alack , Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest ...
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... Breath she did perfume the air : Sacred and sweet , was all I saw in her . Beauty . - Joanna Baillie . · To make the cunning artless , tame the rude , Subdue the haughty , shake th ' undaunted soul ; Yea , put a bridle in the lion's ...
... Breath she did perfume the air : Sacred and sweet , was all I saw in her . Beauty . - Joanna Baillie . · To make the cunning artless , tame the rude , Subdue the haughty , shake th ' undaunted soul ; Yea , put a bridle in the lion's ...
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action Affection Anon appear bear Beauty become better body breath Byron Character Colton Conversation Death delight doth Earth Evil eyes face fair fall fear feel fire Fool Fortune Friends Friendship give Gold Government Grace Greville Grief grow hand Happiness hath Health Heart Heaven Honour Hope hour human keep kind Knowledge Learning leave less light live looks Love man's Manners Marriage means Milton Mind mortal Nature never Night o'er once pain Passions Peace perfect persons Pleasure poor possess present Pride Reason Religion rest rich Rochefoucauld seems sense Shakespeare Sleep smile Sorrow Soul speak Spenser spirit sweet Tears thee things thou thought tongue true Truth turn Vice Virtue weak whole wind Wisdom wise Woman Young Youth
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Página 104 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Página 356 - 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...
Página 140 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Página 377 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The...
Página 444 - Dark-heaving ; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible, — even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 205 - That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery, That aptly is put on.
Página 35 - 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; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Página 438 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Página 467 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 199 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.