Laconics: Or, The Best Words of the Best Authors, Zväzok 3Carey, Lea, & Carey, 1829 |
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Strana 4
... thing is Love , which naught can countervail ? Naught save itself , ev'n such a thing is love . And worldly wealth in worth as far doth fail , 4 LACONICS . VI. ...
... thing is Love , which naught can countervail ? Naught save itself , ev'n such a thing is love . And worldly wealth in worth as far doth fail , 4 LACONICS . VI. ...
Strana 10
... things , became natural and supernatural phi- losophers : some , an admirable delight drew to music : and some the certainty of demonstrations , to the mathematics : but all , one and other , having this scope TO KNOW , and by knowledge ...
... things , became natural and supernatural phi- losophers : some , an admirable delight drew to music : and some the certainty of demonstrations , to the mathematics : but all , one and other , having this scope TO KNOW , and by knowledge ...
Strana 12
... things cost too dear for my poor spirits . How then ? even thus , in Stella's face I read , What love and beauty be , then all my deed But copying is , what in her nature writes . Astrophel and Stella . - Sir P. Sidney . XLVII . Go ...
... things cost too dear for my poor spirits . How then ? even thus , in Stella's face I read , What love and beauty be , then all my deed But copying is , what in her nature writes . Astrophel and Stella . - Sir P. Sidney . XLVII . Go ...
Strana 16
... things prepare . Sir P. Sidney . LXII . Let the grievousness of our sore be the measure of our sorrow ; let a deep wound have a deep and diligent cure ; and let no man's contrition be less than his crime.- 16 LACONICS .
... things prepare . Sir P. Sidney . LXII . Let the grievousness of our sore be the measure of our sorrow ; let a deep wound have a deep and diligent cure ; and let no man's contrition be less than his crime.- 16 LACONICS .
Strana 19
... thing in them ; they change every hundred years , so as to be hardly known for the same or any thing of the former styles to be endured by the latter ; so as they can no more last like the ancient , than excellent carvings in wood like ...
... thing in them ; they change every hundred years , so as to be hardly known for the same or any thing of the former styles to be endured by the latter ; so as they can no more last like the ancient , than excellent carvings in wood like ...
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Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson better Brown charms Churchill colours common 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 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 prince Raleigh reason rich Roscommon roving mind 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 whilst wind wine wisdom wise woman words wretched Young
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Strana 300 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Strana 15 - Your representative owes you, not his industry only, but his judgment; and he betrays, instead of serving you, if he sacrifices it to your opinion.
Strana 112 - 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 288 - MAY MORNING. 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. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Strana 89 - While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe, And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband...
Strana 284 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text...
Strana 252 - 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.
Strana 244 - Hail, wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else! By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother, first were known.
Strana 243 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew: fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Strana 98 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.