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... served the exigency of the moment , expressed a passing phase of opinion ,
attained an immediate end ; something which might add a value to the final
edifice of their endeavour , but not the kind of work which has a high intrinsic
value of its ...
... served the exigency of the moment , expressed a passing phase of opinion ,
attained an immediate end ; something which might add a value to the final
edifice of their endeavour , but not the kind of work which has a high intrinsic
value of its ...
Pagina 21
THE CLASSIC ESSAY F RANCIS BACON , the father of the English classic essay
, explains the purpose of his essays when he writes that they are “ certain brief
notes set down rather significantly than curiously ; not vulgar , but of a kind ...
THE CLASSIC ESSAY F RANCIS BACON , the father of the English classic essay
, explains the purpose of his essays when he writes that they are “ certain brief
notes set down rather significantly than curiously ; not vulgar , but of a kind ...
Pagina 45
His chiefest in the day was , to sing , and play upon a fiddle , in the habit of a
minstrel , upon the public stage : he was prouder of the garlands that were given
to his divine voice ( as they called it then ) in those kind of prizes , than all his ...
His chiefest in the day was , to sing , and play upon a fiddle , in the habit of a
minstrel , upon the public stage : he was prouder of the garlands that were given
to his divine voice ( as they called it then ) in those kind of prizes , than all his ...
Pagina 65
Of this kind are the deaths of infants . Particular circumstances may render it more
or less advisable to indulge in grief for the loss of a little child ; but , in general ,
parents should be no more advised to repress their first tears on such an ...
Of this kind are the deaths of infants . Particular circumstances may render it more
or less advisable to indulge in grief for the loss of a little child ; but , in general ,
parents should be no more advised to repress their first tears on such an ...
Pagina 66
Children have not exercised the voluntary offices of friendship ; they have not
chosen to be kind and good to us ; nor stood by us , from conscious will , in the
hour of adversity . But they have shared their pleasures and pains with us as well
as ...
Children have not exercised the voluntary offices of friendship ; they have not
chosen to be kind and good to us ; nor stood by us , from conscious will , in the
hour of adversity . But they have shared their pleasures and pains with us as well
as ...
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The Great English Essayists: With Introductory Essays and Notes William James Dawson,Coningsby Dawson Volledige weergave - 1909 |
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The Great English Essayists: With Introductory Essays and Notes William James Dawson,Coningsby Dawson Volledige weergave - 1909 |
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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...