The Verbalist: A Manual Devoted to Brief Discussions of the Right and the Wrong Use of Words and to Some Other Matters of Interest to Those who Would Speak and Write with Propriety

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D. Appleton, 1882 - 220 sayfa
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Sayfa 113 - Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King, Whose word no man relies on ; Who never said a foolish thing, And never did a wise one.
Sayfa 158 - The lip of truth shall be established for ever; but a lying tongue is but for a moment.
Sayfa 185 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Sayfa 141 - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Sayfa 181 - Now if Christ be preached that he rose from the dead, how say some among you that there is no resurrection of the dead?
Sayfa 127 - I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.
Sayfa 184 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Sayfa 161 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Sayfa 162 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Sayfa 140 - Earth felt the wound, and nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe, That all was lost.

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