The Essays of EliaE. Moxon, 1869 - 436 σελίδες |
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... LOOK A GIFT - HORSE IN THE MOUTH · 414 XII . THAT HOME IS HOME THOUGH IT IS NEVER HOMELY . SO . 417 XIII . THAT YOU MUST LOVE ME , AND LOVE MY DOG XIV . THAT WE SHOULD RISE WITH THE LARK . 422 • . 427 XV . THAT WE SHOULD LIE DOWN WITH ...
... LOOK A GIFT - HORSE IN THE MOUTH · 414 XII . THAT HOME IS HOME THOUGH IT IS NEVER HOMELY . SO . 417 XIII . THAT YOU MUST LOVE ME , AND LOVE MY DOG XIV . THAT WE SHOULD RISE WITH THE LARK . 422 • . 427 XV . THAT WE SHOULD LIE DOWN WITH ...
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... look back upon with the same expression of incredulous admiration , and hope- less ambition of rivalry , as would become the puny face of modern conspiracy contemplating the Titan size of Vaux's superhuman plot . Peace to the manes of ...
... look back upon with the same expression of incredulous admiration , and hope- less ambition of rivalry , as would become the puny face of modern conspiracy contemplating the Titan size of Vaux's superhuman plot . Peace to the manes of ...
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... look upon these defunct dragons with complacency . Thy heavy odd - shaped ivory - handled pen - knives ( our ancestors had every- thing on a larger scale than we have hearts for ) are as good as anything from Herculaneum . The pounce ...
... look upon these defunct dragons with complacency . Thy heavy odd - shaped ivory - handled pen - knives ( our ancestors had every- thing on a larger scale than we have hearts for ) are as good as anything from Herculaneum . The pounce ...
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... look back to with blind veneration ; thou thyself being to thyself flat , jejune , modern ! What mystery lurks in this retroversion ? or what half Januses are we , that cannot look forward with the same idolatry with which we for ever ...
... look back to with blind veneration ; thou thyself being to thyself flat , jejune , modern ! What mystery lurks in this retroversion ? or what half Januses are we , that cannot look forward with the same idolatry with which we for ever ...
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... looks out upon him like another Sosia , or as if a man should suddenly encounter his own duplicate ! The effect may be conceived . D. made many a good resolution against any such lapses in future . I hope he will not keep them too ...
... looks out upon him like another Sosia , or as if a man should suddenly encounter his own duplicate ! The effect may be conceived . D. made many a good resolution against any such lapses in future . I hope he will not keep them too ...
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Σελίδα 136 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Σελίδα 161 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Σελίδα 136 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Σελίδα 33 - How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar — while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the accents of the inspired charity-boy...
Σελίδα 78 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Σελίδα 100 - Ye have the account Of my performance : what remains, ye gods ! But up, and enter now into full bliss ?" So having said, a while he stood, expecting Their universal shout, and high applause, To fill his ear ; when, contrary, he hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn...
Σελίδα 191 - Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who made a discovery that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt, as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it. Then first began the rude form of a gridiron. Roasting by the string or spit came in a century or two later, I forget in whose dynasty. By such slow degrees, concludes the manuscript, do the most useful,...
Σελίδα 135 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Σελίδα 335 - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head: And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
Σελίδα 34 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.