Familiar Quotations: A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and Modern LiteratureLittle, Brown,, 1903 - 1158 páginas |
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... . line 749 . Divina natura dedit agros , ars humana ædificavit urbes ( Divine Nature gave the fields , human art built the cities ) .- VARRO : De Re Rustica , iii . 1 . Some books are to be tasted , others to be BACON . 167.
... . line 749 . Divina natura dedit agros , ars humana ædificavit urbes ( Divine Nature gave the fields , human art built the cities ) .- VARRO : De Re Rustica , iii . 1 . Some books are to be tasted , others to be BACON . 167.
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... human kind , wine and women , which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people ; they go commonly together.2 All our geese are swans . Subsect . 13 . Subsect . 14 . Though they [ philosophers ] write contemptu gloriæ , yet as Hieron ...
... human kind , wine and women , which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people ; they go commonly together.2 All our geese are swans . Subsect . 13 . Subsect . 14 . Though they [ philosophers ] write contemptu gloriæ , yet as Hieron ...
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... human face divine ; But cloud instead , and ever - during dark Surrounds me ; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off , and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works , to me expung'd and raz'd , And ...
... human face divine ; But cloud instead , and ever - during dark Surrounds me ; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off , and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works , to me expung'd and raz'd , And ...
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... human nature to hate those you have injured ) . — TACITUS : Agricola , 42. 4 . Chi fa ingiuria non perdona mai ( He never pardons those he injures ) . — Italian Proverb . Death in itself is nothing ; but we fear To DRYDEN . 275.
... human nature to hate those you have injured ) . — TACITUS : Agricola , 42. 4 . Chi fa ingiuria non perdona mai ( He never pardons those he injures ) . — Italian Proverb . Death in itself is nothing ; but we fear To DRYDEN . 275.
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... - SWIFT : Polite Con versation , dialogue iii . 8 Literally from Seneca , Epistola lxiii . 16 . Not dead , but gone before . - ROGERS : Human Life . - Those that are above business . Commentaries . Matthew xx HENRY . 283.
... - SWIFT : Polite Con versation , dialogue iii . 8 Literally from Seneca , Epistola lxiii . 16 . Not dead , but gone before . - ROGERS : Human Life . - Those that are above business . Commentaries . Matthew xx HENRY . 283.
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Página 324 - 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.
Página 64 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 385 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 157 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 233 - With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons and their change, all please alike : 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, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry...
Página 111 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Página 26 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Página 31 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Página 523 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken!
Página 43 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.