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Page 43
The grave is the common treasury to which we must all be taxed . - Burke . CXCVI
. Avarice is of all passions the most sordid , the most clogged and covered with
dirt and with dross , so that it cannot raise its wings beyond the smell of the earth
...
The grave is the common treasury to which we must all be taxed . - Burke . CXCVI
. Avarice is of all passions the most sordid , the most clogged and covered with
dirt and with dross , so that it cannot raise its wings beyond the smell of the earth
...
Page 54
Love ' s common unto all the mass of creatures , As life and breath ; honour to
man alone : Honour being then above life , dishonour must , Be worse than death
; for fate can strike but one ; Reproach doth reach whole families . Cartwright .
Love ' s common unto all the mass of creatures , As life and breath ; honour to
man alone : Honour being then above life , dishonour must , Be worse than death
; for fate can strike but one ; Reproach doth reach whole families . Cartwright .
Page 55
Yet perspective was lame , no distance true , But all came forward in one
common view : No point of light was known , no bounds of art ; When light was
there , it knew not to depart , But glaring on remoter objects play ' d ; Not
languished , and ...
Yet perspective was lame , no distance true , But all came forward in one
common view : No point of light was known , no bounds of art ; When light was
there , it knew not to depart , But glaring on remoter objects play ' d ; Not
languished , and ...
Page 56
... and with reason , if health could be purchased with gold ? who not ambitious ,
if it where at the command of power , or restored by honour ? But alas ! a white
staff will not help gouty feet to walk better then a common cane ; nor a blue riband
...
... and with reason , if health could be purchased with gold ? who not ambitious ,
if it where at the command of power , or restored by honour ? But alas ! a white
staff will not help gouty feet to walk better then a common cane ; nor a blue riband
...
Page 58
... fence of Poesy . CCXLV . To speak and act as in common life , is not playing ,
nor is it what people come to people to see : natural speaking , like sweet wine ,
runs glibly over the palate , and scarce leaves any taste bel ind it ; but being high
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... fence of Poesy . CCXLV . To speak and act as in common life , is not playing ,
nor is it what people come to people to see : natural speaking , like sweet wine ,
runs glibly over the palate , and scarce leaves any taste bel ind it ; but being high
...
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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.
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| Title | Laconics: Or, The Best Words of the Best Authors Volume 3 of Laconics; or, The best words of the best authors [ed. by J. Timbs]. 1st Amer. ed, John Timbs |
| Authors | Laconics, John Timbs |
| Editor | John Timbs |
| Publisher | Carey, Lea, & Carey, 1829 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 5 Jan 2007 |
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