Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volume 3 |
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359 Earl of Shaftesbury ( 1671 - 1713 ) . . . . . . 308 Character of John Bull ' s
Mother . . . 360 Scale of Beauty and Love . . . . . . . . . . . 310 Character of John Bull
' s Sister . . . . 360 God in the Universe . . . . 311 The Celerity and Duration of Lies .
359 Earl of Shaftesbury ( 1671 - 1713 ) . . . . . . 308 Character of John Bull ' s
Mother . . . 360 Scale of Beauty and Love . . . . . . . . . . . 310 Character of John Bull
' s Sister . . . . 360 God in the Universe . . . . 311 The Celerity and Duration of Lies .
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That people are generally proud of their persons , is too visible and troublesome ,
especially if they have any pretence either to blood or beauty ; the one has raised
many quarrels among men , and the other among women , and men too often ...
That people are generally proud of their persons , is too visible and troublesome ,
especially if they have any pretence either to blood or beauty ; the one has raised
many quarrels among men , and the other among women , and men too often ...
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Mind neither beauty nor riches , but the fear of the Lord , and a sweet and
amiable disposition , such as you can love above all this world , and that may
make your habitations pleasant and desirable to you . And being married , be
tender ...
Mind neither beauty nor riches , but the fear of the Lord , and a sweet and
amiable disposition , such as you can love above all this world , and that may
make your habitations pleasant and desirable to you . And being married , be
tender ...
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In this my relation of the merciful working of God upon my soul , it will not be
amiss , if , in the first place , I do , in a few words , give you a hint of my pedigree
and manner of bringing up , that thereby the goodness and beauty of God
towards me ...
In this my relation of the merciful working of God upon my soul , it will not be
amiss , if , in the first place , I do , in a few words , give you a hint of my pedigree
and manner of bringing up , that thereby the goodness and beauty of God
towards me ...
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The one is clothed with beauty , the other is unpleasant and disgusting to the
sight . Negligence is the rust of the soul , that corrodes through all her best
resolutions . What nature made for use , for strength , and ornament , neglect
alone ...
The one is clothed with beauty , the other is unpleasant and disgusting to the
sight . Negligence is the rust of the soul , that corrodes through all her best
resolutions . What nature made for use , for strength , and ornament , neglect
alone ...
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Page 315 - There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts. " Not such as Europe breeds in her decay ; Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heavenly flame did animate her clay, By future poets shall be sung. " Westward the course of empire takes its way ; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Page 397 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Page 299 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Page 193 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 87 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously but luckily : when he describes anything you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation : he was naturally learned ; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature ; he looked inwards, and found her there.
Page 290 - Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; and backward, but I cannot perceive him : on the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him : he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him : but he knoweth the way that I take : when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
Page 182 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O Thou my voice inspire Who touched Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire ! . Rapt into future times, the bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son ! From Jesse's...
Page 283 - Cast thy eyes eastward, said he, and tell me what thou seest. I see, said I, a huge valley, and a prodigious tide of water rolling through it. The valley that thou seest, said he, is the vale of misery ; and the tide of water that thou seest, is part of the great tide of eternity. What is the reason...
Page 395 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.
Page 194 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.