Lacon: Or, Many Things in Few Words, Addressed to Those who Think

E. Kearny, 1836 - 504 sider

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Side 387 - heart to cheer. Her fond heart throbs with many a fear— I cannot bear to see thee shine. For thee, for thee, vile yellow slave, I left a heart that loved me true; I cross'd the tedious ocean-wave, To roam in climes unknown and new. The cold wind of the stranger blew Chill on my
Side 386 - smiled, Uncursed by thee, vile yellow slave I Fade, daydreams sweet, from memory fade !The perish'd bliss of youth's first prime, That once so bright on fancy play'd, Revives no more in aftertime. Far from my sacred natal clime, I haste to an untimely grave; The daring thoughts, that soar'd sublime, Are sunk in ocean's southern wave.
Side 195 - Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones. In most quarrels there is a fault on both sides. A quarrel may be compared to a spark, which cannot be produced without a flint as well as a steel, either of them may hammer on wood for ever, no fire will
Side 183 - We are ruined, not by what we really want, but by what we think we do ; therefore, never go abroad in search of your wants, if they be real wants, they will come home in search of you ; for he that buys what he does not want, will soon want what he cannot buy.
Side 387 - heart:—the grave, Dark and untimely, met my view— And all for thee, vile yellow slave! Ha! comest thou now so late to mock A wanderer's banish'd heart forlorn-; Now that his frame the lightning shock Of sun-rays tipt with death, has borne 1 From love, from friendship, country torn, To memory's fond regrets the prey! Vile slave, thy yellow dross
Side 360 - in dominion; the first found disgrace, the second disgust, the last ingratitude, and each destruction. To some she is more kind, but not less cruel; she hands them her cup, and they drink even to stupefaction, until they doubt whether they are men with Philip, or dream that they are gods
Side 90 - He that openly tells his friends, all that he thinks of them, must expect that they will secretly tell his enemies, much that they do not think of him. The greatest friend of Truth is Time, her greatest enemy is Prejudice, and her constant companion is Humility. Did universal charity prevail, earth would be a heaven, and hell a fable
Side 323 - only possible, but that the greatest part of beings (by which he afterwards gives us to understand he means impressions and ideas) do and must exist after this manner. A moral reflection (says he) cannot be placed either on the right or on the left hand of a passion, nor can a smell or
Side 107 - Wealth, after all, is a relative thing, since he that has little, and wants less, is richer than he that has much, but wants more True contentment depends not upon what we have ; a tub was large enough for Diogenes, but a world was too little for Alexander.
Side 478 - and that poet who drank deepest of the sacred stream, has the following lines:— ' They err who count it glorious to subdue By conquest far and wide, to overrun Large countries, and

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