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... says of the Greek epigrams : " They are only capable of giving pleasure to very delicate tastes , by a natural and elegant expression ; now and then a pleasing hyperbole , or an ingenious anti- thesis , may be found in them , which is ...
... says of the Greek epigrams : " They are only capable of giving pleasure to very delicate tastes , by a natural and elegant expression ; now and then a pleasing hyperbole , or an ingenious anti- thesis , may be found in them , which is ...
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... says Dr. Johnson , " is principally remarkable for the artful intro- duction of the name , which is inserted with a peculiar felicity , to which chance must concur with genius , which xxxiii no man can hope to attain twice , and xxxii ...
... says Dr. Johnson , " is principally remarkable for the artful intro- duction of the name , which is inserted with a peculiar felicity , to which chance must concur with genius , which xxxiii no man can hope to attain twice , and xxxii ...
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... says Dr. Johnson , is principally remarkable for the artful intro- duction of the name , which is inserted with a peculiar felicity , to which chance must concur with genius , which no man can hope to attain twice , and which xxxii ...
... says Dr. Johnson , is principally remarkable for the artful intro- duction of the name , which is inserted with a peculiar felicity , to which chance must concur with genius , which no man can hope to attain twice , and which xxxii ...
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... says Fortune , looking sly , Who play'd this trick , pray - you or I ? ALCMAN . Flourished B.C. 650. He was probably a native of Lydia , but was brought early to Lacedæmon . He is supposed to have been a slave in the family of Agesidas ...
... says Fortune , looking sly , Who play'd this trick , pray - you or I ? ALCMAN . Flourished B.C. 650. He was probably a native of Lydia , but was brought early to Lacedæmon . He is supposed to have been a slave in the family of Agesidas ...
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... says of this trans- lation : It is written in the very spirit of Sappho , and as near the Greek as the genius of our language will possibly suffer . " He gives also the criticism of Longinus on this celebrated ode , who observes ...
... says of this trans- lation : It is written in the very spirit of Sappho , and as near the Greek as the genius of our language will possibly suffer . " He gives also the criticism of Longinus on this celebrated ode , who observes ...
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Page 127 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
Page 217 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Page xxxvi - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Page 142 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Page 305 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 460 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The sea-nymphs, and their powers offended.
Page 57 - When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 519 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
Page 137 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Page 20 - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore. The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?