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... thought . Some have certain common- places and themes wherein they are good , and want variety ; 5 which kind of poverty is for the most part tedious , and when it is once perceived , ridiculous . The honourablest part of talk is to ...
... thought . Some have certain common- places and themes wherein they are good , and want variety ; 5 which kind of poverty is for the most part tedious , and when it is once perceived , ridiculous . The honourablest part of talk is to ...
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... thought to know , you shall be thought another time to know that you know not . Speech of a man's self ought to be seldom and well chosen . I knew one was wont to say in scorn , " He must needs be a wise man , he speaks so much of ...
... thought to know , you shall be thought another time to know that you know not . Speech of a man's self ought to be seldom and well chosen . I knew one was wont to say in scorn , " He must needs be a wise man , he speaks so much of ...
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... thought is as a death , which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose . 5 10 SONG - FANCY . ( Merchant of Venice . ) Tell me where is Fancy bred , Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot , how nourished ? Reply ...
... thought is as a death , which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose . 5 10 SONG - FANCY . ( Merchant of Venice . ) Tell me where is Fancy bred , Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot , how nourished ? Reply ...
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... thoughts , Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments , And in this torment , comfort find I none , But that I feel the crown upon my head : And therefore let me wear it yet awhile . Messenger . My lord , the parliament must have ...
... thoughts , Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments , And in this torment , comfort find I none , But that I feel the crown upon my head : And therefore let me wear it yet awhile . Messenger . My lord , the parliament must have ...
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... thought , for having such a thought . One jewel have I left , receive thou this . 155 Still fear I , and I know not what's the cause , 160 165 170 But every joint shakes as I give it thee . O , if thou harbor'st murder in thy heart ...
... thought , for having such a thought . One jewel have I left , receive thou this . 155 Still fear I , and I know not what's the cause , 160 165 170 But every joint shakes as I give it thee . O , if thou harbor'st murder in thy heart ...
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Page 181 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 372 - We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, ' A beam in darkness: let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell: That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before. But vaster.
Page 240 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes!
Page 194 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 319 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 161 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached the ground encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
Page 242 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness nor mad endeavor Nor man nor boy Nor all that is at enmity with joy Can utterly abolish or destroy.
Page 235 - 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.
Page 235 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight: A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 242 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...