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Pagina 65
But where we feel that tears would relieve us , it is false philosophy to deny
ourselves at least that first refreshment ; and it is always false consolation to tell
people that because they cannot help a thing , they are not to mind it . The true
way is ...
But where we feel that tears would relieve us , it is false philosophy to deny
ourselves at least that first refreshment ; and it is always false consolation to tell
people that because they cannot help a thing , they are not to mind it . The true
way is ...
Pagina 101
As a man , it became him to feel for his wife and his children , and the faithful
guards of his person , that were massacred in cold blood about him ; as a prince ,
it became him to feel for the strange and frightful transformation of his civilised ...
As a man , it became him to feel for his wife and his children , and the faithful
guards of his person , that were massacred in cold blood about him ; as a prince ,
it became him to feel for the strange and frightful transformation of his civilised ...
Pagina 106
But they begin to feel all this : their tone is changed ; they talk with bated breath
and whispering apology , and allay with some cold drops of modesty their
skipping spirit . They strutted into this miserable history , and begin to think of
sneaking ...
But they begin to feel all this : their tone is changed ; they talk with bated breath
and whispering apology , and allay with some cold drops of modesty their
skipping spirit . They strutted into this miserable history , and begin to think of
sneaking ...
Pagina 189
... and musing upon the tendency of those great impulses growing within himself“
Oh , what a multitude of thoughts at once Awakened in me swarm , while I
consider What from within I feel myself , and hear What from without comes often
to my ...
... and musing upon the tendency of those great impulses growing within himself“
Oh , what a multitude of thoughts at once Awakened in me swarm , while I
consider What from within I feel myself , and hear What from without comes often
to my ...
Pagina 226
Better so than fail in an office of the duties of which he was ignorant , and where
he had to be guided by the advice of others , in whose honesty of intention he
could feel no confidence . The last allusion was of course to Diego Florez , on
whom ...
Better so than fail in an office of the duties of which he was ignorant , and where
he had to be guided by the advice of others , in whose honesty of intention he
could feel no confidence . The last allusion was of course to Diego Florez , on
whom ...
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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...