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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 53
and who , when they are removed to any other place , sink at once into silence
and stupidity . I have discovered , by a long series of observations , that invention
and elocution suffer great impediments from dense and impure vapours , and that
...
and who , when they are removed to any other place , sink at once into silence
and stupidity . I have discovered , by a long series of observations , that invention
and elocution suffer great impediments from dense and impure vapours , and that
...
Pagina 60
... blows have worn us out , and have left us neither spirit nor inclination to
encounter them again in retrospect . We do not want to rip up old grievances , nor
to renew our youth like the phoenix , nor to live our lives twice over . Once is
enough .
... blows have worn us out , and have left us neither spirit nor inclination to
encounter them again in retrospect . We do not want to rip up old grievances , nor
to renew our youth like the phoenix , nor to live our lives twice over . Once is
enough .
Pagina 61
Shut up the book and close the account once for all ! It has been thought by some
that life is like the exploring of a passage that grows narrower and darker the
farther we advance , without a possibility of ever turning back , and where we are
...
Shut up the book and close the account once for all ! It has been thought by some
that life is like the exploring of a passage that grows narrower and darker the
farther we advance , without a possibility of ever turning back , and where we are
...
Pagina 62
But I fear too late , and that I had better return to my bookish chimeras and
indolence once more ! Zanetto , lascia le donne , et studia la matematica . I will
think of it . It is not wonderful that the contemplation and fear ? of death become
more ...
But I fear too late , and that I had better return to my bookish chimeras and
indolence once more ! Zanetto , lascia le donne , et studia la matematica . I will
think of it . It is not wonderful that the contemplation and fear ? of death become
more ...
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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...