The cynosure, select passages from the most distinguished writers [ed. by sir N.H. Nicolas].1837 |
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... peace in rapturous rest , Holds sweet affiance to her fearless breast ; Pure in its source , and temperate in its way , Still flows the same , nor finds its urn decay . LANGHORNE . GIVE me but Something whereunto I may bind my heart ...
... peace in rapturous rest , Holds sweet affiance to her fearless breast ; Pure in its source , and temperate in its way , Still flows the same , nor finds its urn decay . LANGHORNE . GIVE me but Something whereunto I may bind my heart ...
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... peace she brings wherever she arrives , She builds our quiet , as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even , And opens in each heart a little Heaven . ' Tis ever thus With noble minds ; if chance they slide to ...
... peace she brings wherever she arrives , She builds our quiet , as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even , And opens in each heart a little Heaven . ' Tis ever thus With noble minds ; if chance they slide to ...
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... Peace ? —where can its happiness abound ? No where at all , save Heaven , and the grave . Then what is Life ? -When stripp'd of its disguise , A thing to be desir'd it cannot be ; Since every thing that meets our foolish eyes Gives ...
... Peace ? —where can its happiness abound ? No where at all , save Heaven , and the grave . Then what is Life ? -When stripp'd of its disguise , A thing to be desir'd it cannot be ; Since every thing that meets our foolish eyes Gives ...
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... 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 . But O ! Thou bounteous Giver of all good ! Thou art of all Thy gifts Thyself the crown ...
... 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 . But O ! Thou bounteous Giver of all good ! Thou art of all Thy gifts Thyself the crown ...
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... peace expires , and fair affection's lost ; By wit , by grief , by anger urg'd , forbear The speech contemptuous , and the scornful air . LANGHORNE . A PUPIL of a Deaf and Dumb School , on being asked what Eternity was ? gave the ...
... peace expires , and fair affection's lost ; By wit , by grief , by anger urg'd , forbear The speech contemptuous , and the scornful air . LANGHORNE . A PUPIL of a Deaf and Dumb School , on being asked what Eternity was ? gave the ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.