Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities! ABRAHAM COWLEY EternityIsthmusProudlyTwo
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast. ABRAHAM COWLEY CheerfulConfessConvenientEstate
Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas? ABRAHAM COWLEY AeneaBibleHolyIncomparablyMoreMosePassagePoeticYield
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room. ABRAHAM COWLEY Larger
“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles ABRAHAM COWLEY EagleEnthusiasmLionOldest
It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head. ABRAHAM COWLEY LargenessMadeWight
