Laconics: Or, The Best Words of the Best Authors, 3. köideCarey, Lea, & Carey, 1829 |
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... never learned , even of the best masters , it is as if , to make excellent honey , you should cut off the wings of your bees , confine them to their hive , or their stands , and lay flowers before them , such as you think the sweetest ...
... never learned , even of the best masters , it is as if , to make excellent honey , you should cut off the wings of your bees , confine them to their hive , or their stands , and lay flowers before them , such as you think the sweetest ...
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... never be terrified with the fear of beggary , whilst he sees rich and great men affected with the same pleasure with which he is delighted and reproached , and to whom it may be he stands more commended by his faculty in drinking than ...
... never be terrified with the fear of beggary , whilst he sees rich and great men affected with the same pleasure with which he is delighted and reproached , and to whom it may be he stands more commended by his faculty in drinking than ...
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... never so poor , he's a king when he's mellow ; Grows richer than Crœsus with whimsical thinking , And never knows care whilst he follows his drinking . E. Ward . XL . If our credit be so well built , so firm , that it is not easy to be ...
... never so poor , he's a king when he's mellow ; Grows richer than Crœsus with whimsical thinking , And never knows care whilst he follows his drinking . E. Ward . XL . If our credit be so well built , so firm , that it is not easy to be ...
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... never wrought ; Desire ! Desire ! I have too dearly bought , With price of mangled mind thy worthless ware ; Too long , too long , asleep thou hast me brought , Who shouldst my mind to higher things prepare . Sir P. Sidney . LXII . Let ...
... never wrought ; Desire ! Desire ! I have too dearly bought , With price of mangled mind thy worthless ware ; Too long , too long , asleep thou hast me brought , Who shouldst my mind to higher things prepare . Sir P. Sidney . LXII . Let ...
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... never tempest make , Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us , Saving of fountains that glide by us . Sir W. Raleigh - On a Country Life . LXXXVI . I never relished Acts of Grace , nor ever submitted to them but from despair of better They are a ...
... never tempest make , Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us , Saving of fountains that glide by us . Sir W. Raleigh - On a Country Life . LXXXVI . I never relished Acts of Grace , nor ever submitted to them but from despair of better They are a ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.