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Pagina 57
And thou , oh ! thou , to whom my heart turns , and will turn while it has feeling left
, who didst love in vain , and whose first was thy last ... that sad heart is no longer
sad , and that sorrow is dead which thou wert only called into the world to feel !
And thou , oh ! thou , to whom my heart turns , and will turn while it has feeling left
, who didst love in vain , and whose first was thy last ... that sad heart is no longer
sad , and that sorrow is dead which thou wert only called into the world to feel !
Pagina 60
... the yellow leaf , ” the deepening shadows of an autumnal evening , we only
feel a dank , cold mist , encircling all objects , after the spirit of youth is fled .
There is no inducement to look forward ; and what is worse , little interest in
looking back ...
... the yellow leaf , ” the deepening shadows of an autumnal evening , we only
feel a dank , cold mist , encircling all objects , after the spirit of youth is fled .
There is no inducement to look forward ; and what is worse , little interest in
looking back ...
Pagina 61
At present I rather feel a thinness and want of support , I stretch out my hand to
some object and find none , I am too much in a world of abstraction ; the naked
map of life is spread out before me , and in the emptiness and desolation I see ...
At present I rather feel a thinness and want of support , I stretch out my hand to
some object and find none , I am too much in a world of abstraction ; the naked
map of life is spread out before me , and in the emptiness and desolation I see ...
Pagina 62
... of blood and youthful spirits ; and that as we find everything about us subject to
chance and change , as our strength and beauty die , as our hopes and passions
, our friends and our affections leave us , we begin to feel ourselves mortal !
... of blood and youthful spirits ; and that as we find everything about us subject to
chance and change , as our strength and beauty die , as our hopes and passions
, our friends and our affections leave us , we begin to feel ourselves mortal !
Pagina 64
If we merely wish to continue on the scene to indulge our headstrong humours
and tormenting passions , we had better begone at once ; and if we only cherish
a fondness for existence according to the good we derive from it , the pang we
feel ...
If we merely wish to continue on the scene to indulge our headstrong humours
and tormenting passions , we had better begone at once ; and if we only cherish
a fondness for existence according to the good we derive from it , the pang we
feel ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 330 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Pagina 290 - And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection, — to beauty, in a word, which is only truth seen from another side?
Pagina 319 - 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.
Pagina 337 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Pagina 29 - It is a strange thing to note the excess of this passion, and how it braves the nature and value of things by this, that the speaking in a perpetual hyperbole, is comely in nothing but in love : neither is it merely in the phrase; for whereas it hath been well said, " That the arch " flatterer, with whom all the petty flatterers have " intelligence, is a man's self...
Pagina 41 - Truth, indeed, came once into the world with her divine Master, and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on...
Pagina 291 - Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face; some tone on the hills or the sea is choicer than the rest; some mood of passion or insight or intellectual excitement is irresistibly real and attractive to us, - for that moment only.
Pagina 237 - And the glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fat valley, shall be a fading flower, And as the hasty fruit before the summer; Which when he that looketh upon it seeth, While it is yet in his hand he eateth it up.
Pagina 183 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Pagina 289 - Beautiful city ! so venerable, so lovely, so unravaged by the fierce intellectual life of our century, so serene ! " There are our young barbarians, all at play ! " And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection...
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Great English Essayists: With Introductory Essays and Notes Lights of literature Volume 3 van Reader's library. [vol. III], William James Dawson |
| Auteurs | William James Dawson, Coningsby Dawson |
| Redacteurs | William James Dawson, Coningsby Dawson |
| Bijdragers | William James Dawson, Coningsby Dawson |
| Uitgever | Harper & brothers, 1909 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de University of Michigan |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 7 feb 2007 |
| Lengte | 351 pagina's |
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