The Great English Essayists: With Introductory Essays and NotesHarper & brothers, 1909 - 351 pagina's |
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Pagina 27
... once this style of writing was called upon to stand the test of immediate popularity it proved its limitations . William Hazlitt and Leigh Hunt are significant as the last upholders of an old tradition . They were sensitive THE CLASSIC ...
... once this style of writing was called upon to stand the test of immediate popularity it proved its limitations . William Hazlitt and Leigh Hunt are significant as the last upholders of an old tradition . They were sensitive THE CLASSIC ...
Pagina 30
... once with business , it troubleth men's fortunes , and maketh men that they can no ways be true to their own ends . I know not how , but martial men are given to love : I think it is , but as they are given to wine ; for perils com ...
... once with business , it troubleth men's fortunes , and maketh men that they can no ways be true to their own ends . I know not how , but martial men are given to love : I think it is , but as they are given to wine ; for perils com ...
Pagina 32
... once to think on their prosperity , not what they have , but what they want : to look still on them that go before , but not on those infinite numbers that come after ; whereas many a man would think himself in heaven , a petty prince ...
... once to think on their prosperity , not what they have , but what they want : to look still on them that go before , but not on those infinite numbers that come after ; whereas many a man would think himself in heaven , a petty prince ...
Pagina 37
... once , but he that could live twice , yet for my own part I would not live over my hours past , or begin again the thread of my days : not upon Cicero's ground , because I have lived them well , but for fear SIR THOMAS BROWNE 37.
... once , but he that could live twice , yet for my own part I would not live over my hours past , or begin again the thread of my days : not upon Cicero's ground , because I have lived them well , but for fear SIR THOMAS BROWNE 37.
Pagina 40
... at such a time jests are an unmannerly crepitus ingenii . And let those take heed who end here with Democritus , that they begin not with Heraclitus hereafter . THE SEARCH AFTER TRUTH1 John Milton Truth indeed came once 40 THE CLASSIC ...
... at such a time jests are an unmannerly crepitus ingenii . And let those take heed who end here with Democritus , that they begin not with Heraclitus hereafter . THE SEARCH AFTER TRUTH1 John Milton Truth indeed came once 40 THE CLASSIC ...
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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...