The cynosure, select passages from the most distinguished writers [ed. by sir N.H. Nicolas].1837 |
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... o'er bitter partings of their own , How slowly wears the solitary day , When those we fondly love are far away ; How vain each care our sorrows to beguile , How cold , how sickening , Pleasure's fairest smile , How clings the heart to ...
... o'er bitter partings of their own , How slowly wears the solitary day , When those we fondly love are far away ; How vain each care our sorrows to beguile , How cold , how sickening , Pleasure's fairest smile , How clings the heart to ...
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... after they have shewn their pride Like you awhile , they glide Into the grave . HERRICK THIS truth how certain when this life is o'er ; We die to live , and live to die no more . C LET Fate do her worst , there are relics of 13.
... after they have shewn their pride Like you awhile , they glide Into the grave . HERRICK THIS truth how certain when this life is o'er ; We die to live , and live to die no more . C LET Fate do her worst , there are relics of 13.
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... O'er life's long deserts with its charge of woe , With sad congratulation joins the train , Where beasts and men together o'er the plain Move on a mighty caravan of pain ; Hope , strength , and courage , social suffering brings ...
... O'er life's long deserts with its charge of woe , With sad congratulation joins the train , Where beasts and men together o'er the plain Move on a mighty caravan of pain ; Hope , strength , and courage , social suffering brings ...
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... with all an exile's gloom , Misdeem not stamp'd on thee an exile's doom- The fetter'd wings that mock thy wish to rise , Ere long shall raise thee to thy destined skies ! O'er lands which grew beneath the aching tread , Through 30.
... with all an exile's gloom , Misdeem not stamp'd on thee an exile's doom- The fetter'd wings that mock thy wish to rise , Ere long shall raise thee to thy destined skies ! O'er lands which grew beneath the aching tread , Through 30.
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Cynosure sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas. O'er lands which grew beneath the aching tread , Through days of peril , and through years of dread , Say - why did Israel seek , and find no rest ? None but the promised land could make her blest ...
Cynosure sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas. O'er lands which grew beneath the aching tread , Through days of peril , and through years of dread , Say - why did Israel seek , and find no rest ? None but the promised land could make her blest ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.