The Treasury of Literature and Art: a Selection from the Best WritersW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - 160 pages |
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... live remote From evil speaking ; rancour , never sought , Comes to me not ; malignant truth , or lie . Hence have I genial seasons , hence have I Smooth passions , smooth discourse , and joyous thought : And thus , from day to day , my ...
... live remote From evil speaking ; rancour , never sought , Comes to me not ; malignant truth , or lie . Hence have I genial seasons , hence have I Smooth passions , smooth discourse , and joyous thought : And thus , from day to day , my ...
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... lives among all the great people , if there were any such , he would know them . " This was all of Mr Joseph Andrews's speech which I could get him to recollect , which I have delivered as near as was possible in his own words , with a ...
... lives among all the great people , if there were any such , he would know them . " This was all of Mr Joseph Andrews's speech which I could get him to recollect , which I have delivered as near as was possible in his own words , with a ...
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... lives in these our times , -thou who didst infuse such wonderful humour into the pen of immortal Gulliver ; who hast carefully guided the judgment , whilst thou hast exalted the nervous manly style of thy Mallett , -thou who hadst no ...
... lives in these our times , -thou who didst infuse such wonderful humour into the pen of immortal Gulliver ; who hast carefully guided the judgment , whilst thou hast exalted the nervous manly style of thy Mallett , -thou who hadst no ...
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... by bribes to please , Nor by desert to give offence ; Thus do I live , thus will I die ; Would all do so as well as I ! THE STORY OF MARIA . * THE the " Tita 64 THE TREASURY OF LITERATURE AND ART . MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM.
... by bribes to please , Nor by desert to give offence ; Thus do I live , thus will I die ; Would all do so as well as I ! THE STORY OF MARIA . * THE the " Tita 64 THE TREASURY OF LITERATURE AND ART . MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM.
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... live . As for writing nonsense to them - I believe there was a reserve ; but that I leave to the world . " Adieu , Maria ! -adieu , poor hapless damsel ! -- sometime , but not now , I may hear thy sorrows from thy own lips . But I was ...
... live . As for writing nonsense to them - I believe there was a reserve ; but that I leave to the world . " Adieu , Maria ! -adieu , poor hapless damsel ! -- sometime , but not now , I may hear thy sorrows from thy own lips . But I was ...
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Page 56 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 92 - I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to t,he same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong) us, shall we not revenge i if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Page 75 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 60 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 75 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Page 119 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
Page 27 - Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream. Then why pause with indecision, When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian...
Page 24 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
Page 59 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 119 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.