Samuel Butler ( 10 of 155 )
It is tact that is golden, not silence.
It is tact that is golden, not silence.
For though to smatter ends of Greek
Or Latin be the rhetoric
Of pedants counted, and vain-glorious,
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For though to smatter ends of Greek
Or Latin be the rhetoric
Of pedants counted, and vain-glorious,
To smatter French is meritorious.
- Samuel Butler (1),
The moon pull'd off her veil of light,
That hides her face by day from sight
(Mysterious read more
The moon pull'd off her veil of light,
That hides her face by day from sight
(Mysterious veil, of brightness made,)
That's both her lustre and her shade),
And in the lantern of the night,
With shining horns hung out her light.
Feast of Harriet Monsell of Clewer, Religious, 1883 The New Jerusalem, when it comes, will probably be found so read more
Feast of Harriet Monsell of Clewer, Religious, 1883 The New Jerusalem, when it comes, will probably be found so far to resemble the old as to stone its prophets freely.
Cry out upon the stars for doing
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.
Cry out upon the stars for doing
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.
As if Religion were intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
As if Religion were intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
The oyster-women lock'd their fish up,
And trudged away to cry, No Bishop.
The oyster-women lock'd their fish up,
And trudged away to cry, No Bishop.
Whatever Sceptic could inquire for,
For every why he had a wherefore.
Whatever Sceptic could inquire for,
For every why he had a wherefore.
Like feather-bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
Like feather-bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
Through thick and thin.
Through thick and thin.
