Laconics; or, The best words of the best authors [ed. by J. Timbs]. 1st Amer. ed, Volumul 31829 |
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Pagina 3
... stand in the shock of a basilisk , than in the fury of a merciless pen . - Sir . T. Brown . III . For modes of faith ... stands , and lay flowers before them , such as you think the sweetest , VOL . III . A and likely to yield the finest ...
... stand in the shock of a basilisk , than in the fury of a merciless pen . - Sir . T. Brown . III . For modes of faith ... stands , and lay flowers before them , such as you think the sweetest , VOL . III . A and likely to yield the finest ...
Pagina 13
... stand their ground In calm and stormy weather . LI . Anon . How excellently composed is that mind , which shows a piercing wit , quite void of ostentation , high erected thoughts , seated in a heart of courtesy , and eloquence , as ...
... stand their ground In calm and stormy weather . LI . Anon . How excellently composed is that mind , which shows a piercing wit , quite void of ostentation , high erected thoughts , seated in a heart of courtesy , and eloquence , as ...
Pagina 34
... stand , and no endeavour to support . - Burke - to the Electors of Bristol . CXLVII . " Tis a mortification to a prince to see an old minister torn from him ; but self - preservation is the first law of nature ; and any man , in his ...
... stand , and no endeavour to support . - Burke - to the Electors of Bristol . CXLVII . " Tis a mortification to a prince to see an old minister torn from him ; but self - preservation is the first law of nature ; and any man , in his ...
Pagina 47
... stand for a paradise . Here wrong's name is unheard ; slander a monster is , Keep thy sprite from abuse , here no abuse doth haunt , What man grafts in a tree dissimulation . Sir P. Sidney's Arcadia . CCXII . There is a great number of ...
... stand for a paradise . Here wrong's name is unheard ; slander a monster is , Keep thy sprite from abuse , here no abuse doth haunt , What man grafts in a tree dissimulation . Sir P. Sidney's Arcadia . CCXII . There is a great number of ...
Pagina 51
... stand to giue the necke . The Queene . The Queene is queint , and quicke conceit , Which makes hir walke which way she list , And rootes them vp , that lie in wait To work hir treason , ere she wist : Hir force is such against hir foes ...
... stand to giue the necke . The Queene . The Queene is queint , and quicke conceit , Which makes hir walke which way she list , And rootes them vp , that lie in wait To work hir treason , ere she wist : Hir force is such against hir foes ...
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Pagina 311 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Pagina 294 - 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...
Pagina 109 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Pagina 239 - 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...
Pagina 47 - 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.
Pagina 248 - My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze. Two hundred to adore each breast: But thirty thousand to the rest. An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state; Nor would I love at lower rate.
Pagina 114 - 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...
Pagina 15 - Certainly, gentlemen, it ought to be the happiness and glory of a representative to live in the strictest union, the closest correspondence, and the most unreserved communication with his constituents.
Pagina 300 - 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.
Pagina 258 - 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.