A Book of English Essays (1600-1900)Oxford University Press, 1913 - 573 pagina's |
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Pagina 12
... nights . You shall know him by his narrow velvet cape , and serge facing ; and his ruff , next his hair , the shortest thing about him . The companion of his walk is some zealous tradesman , whom he astonishes with strange points ...
... nights . You shall know him by his narrow velvet cape , and serge facing ; and his ruff , next his hair , the shortest thing about him . The companion of his walk is some zealous tradesman , whom he astonishes with strange points ...
Pagina 13
... night had been a time , wherein they might grow good , and wise . And certainly , the wise man is the wiser for his sleeping , if he can order well in the day , what the eyeless night presenteth him . Every dream is not to be counted of ...
... night had been a time , wherein they might grow good , and wise . And certainly , the wise man is the wiser for his sleeping , if he can order well in the day , what the eyeless night presenteth him . Every dream is not to be counted of ...
Pagina 14
... night's dumb rest . When the tired Huntsman , his repose begins , Then flies his mind to woods , and wild beast dens . Judges dream cases : Champions seem to run , With their night Coursers , the vain bounds to shun . Love hugs his ...
... night's dumb rest . When the tired Huntsman , his repose begins , Then flies his mind to woods , and wild beast dens . Judges dream cases : Champions seem to run , With their night Coursers , the vain bounds to shun . Love hugs his ...
Pagina 15
... night , and tell that still Dictator , his dream of his mother , signified his subjecting the world to himself . ' Tis now so out of use , that I think it not to be recovered . And were it not for the power of the Gospel , in crying ...
... night , and tell that still Dictator , his dream of his mother , signified his subjecting the world to himself . ' Tis now so out of use , that I think it not to be recovered . And were it not for the power of the Gospel , in crying ...
Pagina 16
... night with fictions and false- hoods , which uncomfortably divide the natural account of our beings . And , therefore , having passed the day in sober labours and rational inquiries of truth , we are fain to betake ourselves unto such a ...
... night with fictions and false- hoods , which uncomfortably divide the natural account of our beings . And , therefore , having passed the day in sober labours and rational inquiries of truth , we are fain to betake ourselves unto such a ...
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Pagina 68 - I had ever heard. They put me in mind of those heavenly airs that are played to the departed souls of good men upon their first arrival...
Pagina 93 - ... sed nil dulcius est, bene quam munita tenere edita doctrina sapientum templa serena...
Pagina 68 - I had heard, I fell down at his feet and wept. The genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and affability that familiarized him to my imagination, and at once dispelled all the fears and apprehensions with which I approached him. He lifted me from the ground, and taking me by the hand, "Mirza," said he, "I have heard thee in thy soliloquies; follow me.
Pagina 3 - It were better to have no opinion of God at all. than such an opinion as is unworthy of Him; for the one is unbelief, the other is contumely: and certainly superstition is the reproach of the Deity. Plutarch saith well to that purpose:
Pagina 155 - In barbers' shops and public-houses a fellow will get up, and spell out a paragraph, which he communicates as some discovery. Another follows with his selection. So the entire journal transpires at length by piece-meal. Seldom-readers are slow readers, and, without this expedient no one in the company would probably ever travel through the contents of a whole paper. Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment. What an eternal time that gentleman...
Pagina 3 - Atheism leaves a man to sense, to philosophy, to natural piety, to laws, to reputation; all which may be guides to an outward moral virtue, though religion were not: but superstition dismounts all these, and erecteth an absolute monarchy in the minds of men. Therefore atheism did never perturb states; for it makes men wary of themselves, as looking no further: and we see the times inclined to atheism, as the time of Augustus Caesar, were civil times. But superstition hath been the confusion of many...
Pagina 149 - English man of war, 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.
Pagina 153 - But where a book is at once both good and rare, where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine; such a book, for instance, as the Life of the Duke of Newcastle, by his Duchess: no casket is rich enough, no casing sufficiently durable, to honour and keep safe such a jewel.
Pagina 135 - O the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have towards it in those unfledged years ! How, in my dreams, would my native town (far in the west) come back, with its church, and trees, and faces ! How I would wake weeping, and in the anguish of my heart exclaim upon sweet Calne in Wiltshire ! To this late hour of my life, I trace impressions left by recollection of those friendless holidays.
Pagina 234 - And beyond is the land of Beulah, where the flowers, the grapes, and the songs of birds never cease, and where the sun shines night and day. Thence are plainly seen the golden pavements and streets of pearl, on the other side of that black and cold river over which there is no bridge.