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Pagina 41
THE SEARCH AFTER TRUTH John Milton Truth indeed came once into the
world with her divine master , and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on ;
but when he ascended , and his apostles after him were laid asleep , then
straight ...
THE SEARCH AFTER TRUTH John Milton Truth indeed came once into the
world with her divine master , and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on ;
but when he ascended , and his apostles after him were laid asleep , then
straight ...
Pagina 51
... and of the pleasure with which a wise man looks down upon the confused and
erratic state of the world moving below ... magazine of learning fortified : From
thence to look below on humankind , Bewilder ' d in the maze of life , and blind .
... and of the pleasure with which a wise man looks down upon the confused and
erratic state of the world moving below ... magazine of learning fortified : From
thence to look below on humankind , Bewilder ' d in the maze of life , and blind .
Pagina 60
We eye the farthest verge of the horizon , and think what a way we shall have to
look back upon , ere we arrive at our journey ' s end ; and without our in the least
suspecting it , the mists are at our feet , and the shadows of age encompass us .
We eye the farthest verge of the horizon , and think what a way we shall have to
look back upon , ere we arrive at our journey ' s end ; and without our in the least
suspecting it , the mists are at our feet , and the shadows of age encompass us .
Pagina 62
... our hopes and passions , our friends and our affections leave us , we begin to
feel ourselves mortal ! I have never seen death but once , and that was in an
infant . It is years ago . The look was calm and placid , and the face was fair and
firm .
... our hopes and passions , our friends and our affections leave us , we begin to
feel ourselves mortal ! I have never seen death but once , and that was in an
infant . It is years ago . The look was calm and placid , and the face was fair and
firm .
Pagina 67
... even at its own expense , does but look to increasing the general stock of
happiness , though content , if it could , to have its identity swallowed up in that
splendid contemplation . We are far from meaning that this is to be called
selfishness .
... even at its own expense , does but look to increasing the general stock of
happiness , though content , if it could , to have its identity swallowed up in that
splendid contemplation . We are far from meaning that this is to be called
selfishness .
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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...
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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...