Italian Byways, المجلد 1

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H. Holt, 1883 - 318 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 177 - are : Only like dead walls or vaulted graves, That, ruined, yield no echo. O this gloomy world ! In what a shadow or deep pit of darkness Doth womanish and fearful mankind live 1 We are
الصفحة 177 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping ? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. The
الصفحة 176 - When knaves come to preferment, they rise as gallowses are raised in the Low Countries, one upon another's shoulders. I would sooner eat a dead pigeon taken from the soles of the feet of one sick of the plague than kiss one of you fasting
الصفحة 176 - Dost thou imagine thou canst slide on blood, And not be tainted with a shameful fall ? Or, like the black and melancholic yew tree, Dost think to root thyself in dead men's graves, And yet to prosper
الصفحة 184 - For these many years None of our family dies, but there is seen The shape of an old woman ; which is given By tradition to us to have been murdered By her nephews for her riches
الصفحة 186 - I pray thee look thou givest my little boy Some syrup for his cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. In
الصفحة 172 - You my death's man ! Methinks thou dost not look horrid enough, Thou hast too good a face to be a hangman : If thou be, do thy office in right form ; Fall down upon thy knees, and ask forgiveness
الصفحة 295 - now much difficulty in the task. Our surest guide to the subject of a bas-relief or statue is study of the physical type considered as symbolical of spiritual quality. From the fragment of a torso the true critic can say whether it belongs to the athletic or the erotic species. A limb of Bacchus differs
الصفحة 183 - The law to him Is like a foul black cobweb to a spider ; He makes it his dwelling and a prison To entangle those shall feed him. They
الصفحة 177 - Vain the ambition of kings, Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.

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