The World of Proverb and Parable: With Illustrations from History, Biography, and the Anecdotal Table-talk of All Ages. With an Introductory Essay on the Historic Unity of the Popular Proverb and Tale in All AgesHodder and Stoughton, 1885 - 563 pàgines |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
angel Angel of Death beautiful beneath bird called catspaw character Christian church conscience creature dark dead death Demosthenes Divine earth Elihu Burritt exclaimed eyes faith fancy father fear feel fire flowers folly fool forest gentleman give hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hebrew honour human illustration instances Jews John Colby John Heywood king King of Terrors legends light live look Lord Lord Chesterfield Lord Lytton Manabozho master Midgard snake mind Moowis Moses nature never night noble once parable passion perhaps pleasant poet poor quoted remarkable round Sabbath seems sense serpent shadow Shakspeare singular skeleton soul speak spirit story strange suppose sweet Talmud tell Tendlau Tenterden thee things thou thought told tree true truth Vanity Fair walk wife wisdom wise wonderful words worship young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 261 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Pàgina 85 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pàgina 73 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pàgina 41 - Thou hast ascended on high, thou hast led captivity captive: thou hast received gifts for men; yea, for the rebellious also, that the LORD God might dwell among them.
Pàgina 260 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Pàgina 177 - They shall not build, and another inhabit: they shall not plant, and another eat: for as the days of a tree are the days of my people, and mine elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands.
Pàgina 350 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Pàgina 77 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Pàgina 260 - Here's flowers for you ; Hot lavender, mints, savory marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises weeping; these are flowers Of middle summer, and, I think, they are given To men of middle age.
Pàgina 201 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit, As who should say, 'I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark!