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... never shone out fuller or brighter , or looked more like itself , than at this period . Our writers and great men had some- thing in them that savoured of the soil from which they grew : they were not French , they were not Dutch , or ...
... never shone out fuller or brighter , or looked more like itself , than at this period . Our writers and great men had some- thing in them that savoured of the soil from which they grew : they were not French , they were not Dutch , or ...
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... mankind were in the same pre- dicament , and never knew anything till we did ; that the world had grown old in sloth and ignorance , had dreamt out its long n minority of five thousand years in a dozing state GENERAL VIEW OF THE SUBJECT .
... mankind were in the same pre- dicament , and never knew anything till we did ; that the world had grown old in sloth and ignorance , had dreamt out its long n minority of five thousand years in a dozing state GENERAL VIEW OF THE SUBJECT .
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... never yet subsided . Germany first broke the spell of misbegotten fear , and gave the watchword ; but England joined the shout , and echoed it back with her island voice from her thousand cliffs and craggy shores , in a longer and a ...
... never yet subsided . Germany first broke the spell of misbegotten fear , and gave the watchword ; but England joined the shout , and echoed it back with her island voice from her thousand cliffs and craggy shores , in a longer and a ...
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... never seen on earth before nor since . This shone manifestly both in his words and actions . We see it in his washing the disciples ' feet the night before his death , that unspeakable instance of humility and love , " above all art ...
... never seen on earth before nor since . This shone manifestly both in his words and actions . We see it in his washing the disciples ' feet the night before his death , that unspeakable instance of humility and love , " above all art ...
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... never thought of considering others , but as they were Greeks or Romans , as they were bound to them by certain positive ties , or , on the other hand , as separated from them by fiercer antipathies . Their virtues were the virtues of ...
... never thought of considering others , but as they were Greeks or Romans , as they were bound to them by certain positive ties , or , on the other hand , as separated from them by fiercer antipathies . Their virtues were the virtues of ...
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Page 114 - Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Page 159 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, • Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: 30 The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
Page 139 - But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight...
Page 157 - Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more...
Page 138 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy.
Page 17 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Page 139 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 184 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Page 138 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Page 159 - To his Coy Mistress. Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Should'st rubies find : I by the tide Of Humber would complain.