The Tests of Time: A Story for Social Life

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John Green, 1843 - 301 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 261 - We see in needle-works and embroideries, it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground, than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed : for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity doth best discover virtue.
Pàgina 191 - HOPES what are they ? — Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of grass ; Or a spider's web adorning In a strait and treacherous pass. What are fears but voices airy ? Whispering harm where harm is not ; And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot...
Pàgina 10 - What call'st thou solitude? Is not the earth With various living creatures, and the air, Replenished, and all these at thy command, To come and play before thee? Know'st thou not Their language and their ways? They also know, And reason not contemptibly : with these Find pastime, and bear rule; thy realm is large.
Pàgina 114 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
Pàgina 277 - ... thought, There is not a truth by wisdom taught, There is not a feeling pure and high, That may not be read in a mother's eye.
Pàgina 39 - O friendly to the best pursuits of man, Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace...
Pàgina 127 - Whom call we gay? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name. The innocent are gay — the lark is gay, That dries his feathers, saturate with dew, Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the beams Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest. The peasant too, a witness of his song, Himself a songster, is as gay as he. But save me from the gaiety of those...
Pàgina 173 - Why, all delights are vain ; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain : As, painfully to pore upon a book, To seek the light of truth ; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look...
Pàgina 51 - There is, in every human heart, Some not completely barren part, Where seeds of love and truth might grow, And flowers of generous virtue blow ; To plant, to watch, to water there, — This be our duty — be our care...

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