The book of human character, Volume 1C. Knight & Company, 1837 |
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accuse actions admire appear appreciate Aristotle assert beautiful better Bishop of Arles called Cardinal Catullus cause character Charles Chesterfield circumstance colour condemned confessed crimes desire Duke elegance enemies equally error esteemed evil exceedingly eyes father fear feel folly fortune France frequently genius guilty happiness heart Hence honour human ignorant Iliad instance judge judgment king knowledge known labour live Livy Lord Lord Byron Lord Chatham Lord Mansfield Louis XIV Lucan mankind manner Marsyas men's ment mind Montesquieu moral motives multitude nature never Nicholas Poussin observation opinions ourselves passage passions perhaps perpetual persons pflag philosopher pleasure poet Polybius Pope praise prejudices racters regard remark remember remind resemble respect Rochefoucault Salvator Rosa says seen sentiments sometimes Spain Tacitus thing thou thought thousand tion Titian truth vices Virgil virtue Voltaire wise words writers wrong
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Page 133 - When he shall hear, she died upon his words, The idea of her love shall sweetly creep Into the study of imagination; And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparelled in more precious habit; More moving, delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she lived indeed
Page 147 - backward. If fair-fac'd, She'd swear the gentleman should be her sister! If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antick, Made a foul blot: if tall, a lance ill-headed; If low, an aglet very vilely cut; If speaking, why a vane, blown with all winds; If silent, why a block, moved with none! So turns
Page 315 - his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd, and care Sat on his faded cheek ; but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride, Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss) condemned For ever now to have their lot in pain.
Page 300 - Comus :'— ' Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or if Virtue feeble were, ' Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Page 194 - Habit can efface, Interest o'ercome, or policy take place. By ACTIONS ? Those uncertainty divides. By PASSIONS ? These Dissimulation hides. OPINIONS ? They still take a wider range; Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.
Page 301 - without father, without mother, without descent; ' having neither beginning of days, nor end of life: but ' made like unto the Son of God.
Page 314 - Then lays his finger on his temple; straight Springs out into fast gait. Then stops again, Strikes his breast hard; and anon he casts His eyes against the moon; in most strange postures We have seen him set himself.
Page 296 - Trust not my reading; nor my observation, Which with experimental seal doth warrant The tenour of my book: trust not my age, My reverence, calling, nor divinity, If this sweet lady He not guiltless here, Under some biting error.
Page 74 - with his beaver on Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury ; And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropped down from the clouds, To
Page 129 - beggar I will rail, And say, there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say, there is no vice but beggary.