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Pagina 61
... seemed to suppress a thousand rising hopes , and weighed upon the pulses of the blood . 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 ...
... seemed to suppress a thousand rising hopes , and weighed upon the pulses of the blood . 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 ...
Pagina 62
... seemed to smile at the short pang of life which was over ; but I could not bear the coffin - lid to be closed - it seemed to stifle me ; and still as the nettles wave in a corner of the churchyard over his little grave , the welcome ...
... seemed to smile at the short pang of life which was over ; but I could not bear the coffin - lid to be closed - it seemed to stifle me ; and still as the nettles wave in a corner of the churchyard over his little grave , the welcome ...
Pagina 63
... seemed in a manner to exist only for us , for our delight and amuse- ment , because it contributed to them . But our hearts cease to beat , and it goes on as usual , and thinks no more / about us than it did in our lifetime . The ...
... seemed in a manner to exist only for us , for our delight and amuse- ment , because it contributed to them . But our hearts cease to beat , and it goes on as usual , and thinks no more / about us than it did in our lifetime . The ...
Pagina 64
... seemed to him soon over , compared with those sweeping contemplations on time and in- finity with which he had been used to pose himself . In the still - life of a man of letters , there was no obvious reason for a change . He might sit ...
... seemed to him soon over , compared with those sweeping contemplations on time and in- finity with which he had been used to pose himself . In the still - life of a man of letters , there was no obvious reason for a change . He might sit ...
Pagina 86
... seemed to slight the news , which made some think that Soubize went away discontented : after breakfast the Duke going out , Colonel Fryer stepped before him , and stopping him upon some business , and Lieutenant Felton being behind ...
... seemed to slight the news , which made some think that Soubize went away discontented : after breakfast the Duke going out , Colonel Fryer stepped before him , and stopping him upon some business , and Lieutenant Felton being behind ...
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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...