Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Sources Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1881 - 864 sivua |
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... reason men it call may The daisie , or els the eye of the day , The emprise , and floure of floures all . Ibid . Line 184 . THOMAS À KEMPIS . 1380-1471 . Man proposes , but God disposes.1 Imitation of Christ . Book i . Ch . 19 . 1 This ...
... reason men it call may The daisie , or els the eye of the day , The emprise , and floure of floures all . Ibid . Line 184 . THOMAS À KEMPIS . 1380-1471 . Man proposes , but God disposes.1 Imitation of Christ . Book i . Ch . 19 . 1 This ...
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... Reason is the life of the law ; nay , the com- mon law itself is nothing else but reason . . . . The law , which is perfection of reason.1 Ibid . For a man's house is his castle , et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium.2 Third ...
... Reason is the life of the law ; nay , the com- mon law itself is nothing else but reason . . . . The law , which is perfection of reason.1 Ibid . For a man's house is his castle , et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium.2 Third ...
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... reason for my rhyme ; From that time unto this season , I received nor rhyme nor reason . Lines on his promised Pension.1 For of the soul the body form doth take , For soul is form , and doth the body make . Hymn in Honour of Beauty ...
... reason for my rhyme ; From that time unto this season , I received nor rhyme nor reason . Lines on his promised Pension.1 For of the soul the body form doth take , For soul is form , and doth the body make . Hymn in Honour of Beauty ...
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... reason ; I think him so , because I think him so . Act i . Sc . 2 . O , how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ! Act i . Sc . 3 . And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas , if all their sand ...
... reason ; I think him so , because I think him so . Act i . Sc . 2 . O , how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ! Act i . Sc . 3 . And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas , if all their sand ...
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... reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them ; and when you have them , they are not worth the search . Ibid [ The Merchant of Venice continued In my school - Shakespeare . 39.
... reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them ; and when you have them , they are not worth the search . Ibid [ The Merchant of Venice continued In my school - Shakespeare . 39.
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Sivu 86 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Sivu 79 - Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Sivu 507 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Sivu 70 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Sivu 298 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Sivu 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Sivu 44 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Sivu 92 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Sivu 191 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Sivu 212 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.