Essays of the Past and PresentWarner Taylor Harper & Brothers, 1927 - 612 من الصفحات |
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admire AGNES REPPLIER American artist beauty Benares bird Bishop of Beauvais Charlotte Corday dark dead death Domrémy earth English essays eyes face fancy fear feel France FRANCIS BACON gentleman give hand Hastings hear heart heaven hour human Hyder Ali India kind permission kingdom of Mysore lady LAFCADIO HEARN less light literary literature living look man's Manhattan Transfer matter mean Médoc mind moral nation nature never Nevermore night once pass peace perhaps person phrase pleasure poem poet poetry prose race ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON seems seen sense side smile soul sound speak speech spirit story style talk things thou thought thousand tion true truth turn verse virtue voice whole WILLIAM HAZLITT wind woman words writing young
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الصفحة 343 - But man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
الصفحة 342 - THE gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
الصفحة 267 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries -a patient knee, — Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, — nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them ; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed W my mind, which thus itself subdued.
الصفحة 7 - Then ensued a scene of woe, the like of which no eye had seen, no heart conceived, and which no tongue can adequately tell. All the horrors of war before known or heard of, were mercy to that new havoc. A storm of universal fire blasted every field, consumed every house, destroyed every temple.