Colorado College Publication: Language series, Volumes 2-3éditeur non identifié, 1904 - Language and languages |
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... says : " Palms were thought to grow best under pressure . " Sir Walter Scott's note is a little more elaborate : " It was anciently a popular notion that the palm tree throve best when pressed down by weights . An old scoliast defines ...
... says : " Palms were thought to grow best under pressure . " Sir Walter Scott's note is a little more elaborate : " It was anciently a popular notion that the palm tree throve best when pressed down by weights . An old scoliast defines ...
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... say that Cromwell thrived in spite of opposi- tion , as the palm does under weights , but it is not sensible to say that Cromwell , although he had no opposition , still succeeded , just as the palm thrives even if it is not dragged ...
... say that Cromwell thrived in spite of opposi- tion , as the palm does under weights , but it is not sensible to say that Cromwell , although he had no opposition , still succeeded , just as the palm thrives even if it is not dragged ...
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... say that Spain has one of the world's great literatures , a literature rich in verse and in prose , and unexcelled in the drama and the novel . The Spanish classic literature of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries is a vast ...
... say that Spain has one of the world's great literatures , a literature rich in verse and in prose , and unexcelled in the drama and the novel . The Spanish classic literature of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries is a vast ...
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... say that in wealth of vocabulary , in power of expression , and in flexibility , the Latin of today as spoken in Spain and Spanish Amer- ica is superior to the language of Rome in the time of Cicero . And if I were to compare the ...
... say that in wealth of vocabulary , in power of expression , and in flexibility , the Latin of today as spoken in Spain and Spanish Amer- ica is superior to the language of Rome in the time of Cicero . And if I were to compare the ...
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... says in his Cartas amer- icanas ( " American Letters " ) : " Spanish America is far from being mentally barren ... say without boasting that , both in quantity and in quality , Spanish America is out- stripping English America . " I ...
... says in his Cartas amer- icanas ( " American Letters " ) : " Spanish America is far from being mentally barren ... say without boasting that , both in quantity and in quality , Spanish America is out- stripping English America . " I ...
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Page 270 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 116 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Page 117 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Page 245 - Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much,' or 'Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat:' such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough 20 For calling up that spot of joy.
Page 255 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 261 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears...
Page 255 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Page 271 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 127 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,@ Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave...
Page 245 - In speech (which I have not) to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this "Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, "Or there exceed the mark...