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... compassion by his discomfiture . His heart has not been seared by that fiery ordeal of deceptions which Plato has described in honied words , and Shakspeare in words that burn . D We cannot say that he excites ridicule , but laughter.
... compassion by his discomfiture . His heart has not been seared by that fiery ordeal of deceptions which Plato has described in honied words , and Shakspeare in words that burn . D We cannot say that he excites ridicule , but laughter.
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... described with great truthfulness , readers of Plato will remember , in the second book of the Republic . Especially is that trait insisted on which exhibits him as confounding his accusers by simulated eagerness to endorse their ...
... described with great truthfulness , readers of Plato will remember , in the second book of the Republic . Especially is that trait insisted on which exhibits him as confounding his accusers by simulated eagerness to endorse their ...
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... described to him as the main source of the Congo , the largest of African rivers , with respect to the volume of water it pours into the sea ; and besides , if his Lecambye be really the Zambesi ( which mere inquiry at Quillimane from ...
... described to him as the main source of the Congo , the largest of African rivers , with respect to the volume of water it pours into the sea ; and besides , if his Lecambye be really the Zambesi ( which mere inquiry at Quillimane from ...
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... described in Lord Brougham's History of England under the House of Lancaster : - The siege of Montereau was a much longer operation . After the town had fallen , Henry became impatient at the garrison holding out , and he resorted to an ...
... described in Lord Brougham's History of England under the House of Lancaster : - The siege of Montereau was a much longer operation . After the town had fallen , Henry became impatient at the garrison holding out , and he resorted to an ...
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... described . The most perfect instance of this form of writing with which we are acquainted is M. Bungener's Trois Sermons sous Louis XV . , which is partly to * Apuleius ' Ass is , no doubt , strictly a novel , and Lucian's Dialogues ...
... described . The most perfect instance of this form of writing with which we are acquainted is M. Bungener's Trois Sermons sous Louis XV . , which is partly to * Apuleius ' Ass is , no doubt , strictly a novel , and Lucian's Dialogues ...
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Page 33 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 236 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Page 270 - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed — Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills ? No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! 0 for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress ? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Page 270 - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, ' A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. ' Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death ; The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Page 251 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Page 251 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Page 252 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Page 71 - And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind. And one, a foreground black with stones and slags, Beyond a line of heights, and higher All barr'd with long white cloud the scornful crags, And highest, snow and fire. And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Page 171 - What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize: A better would you fix?
Page 244 - Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it In sound of funeral or of marriage bells ; And, sitting muffled in dark leaves, you hear The windy clanging of the minster clock ; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass...