Essays of the Past and PresentWarner Taylor Harper & Brothers, 1927 - 612 من الصفحات |
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... soul values as well . Milton's line , " Innumerable as the stars of night , " verse quality aside , is apprehended by the intellect ; Galsworthy's " an innumerable rain as of moondust " makes an appeal not so much mental as aesthetic ...
... soul values as well . Milton's line , " Innumerable as the stars of night , " verse quality aside , is apprehended by the intellect ; Galsworthy's " an innumerable rain as of moondust " makes an appeal not so much mental as aesthetic ...
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... of Jer principles ? Hazlitt did that others have , bu list ma lari " cla con thei ful For soul of Gal I an a sens of g haps spec the in c me . fore gloo A und isten to the singing of his English epithets . Most. INTRODUCTION.
... of Jer principles ? Hazlitt did that others have , bu list ma lari " cla con thei ful For soul of Gal I an a sens of g haps spec the in c me . fore gloo A und isten to the singing of his English epithets . Most. INTRODUCTION.
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... but others , even of candid listeners , perhaps , could not ; it was through that imperishable grandeur of soul which taught her to submit meekly and without a struggle to her punishment , but taught her not to submit - 40 THOMAS DE ...
... but others , even of candid listeners , perhaps , could not ; it was through that imperishable grandeur of soul which taught her to submit meekly and without a struggle to her punishment , but taught her not to submit - 40 THOMAS DE ...
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... soul , body , or spirit ; for it is the hour ! Smite , thou Louis Tournay , cartwright of the Marais , old - soldier of the Regiment Dauphiné ; smite at that Outer Drawbridge chain , though the fiery hail whistles round thee ! Never ...
... soul , body , or spirit ; for it is the hour ! Smite , thou Louis Tournay , cartwright of the Marais , old - soldier of the Regiment Dauphiné ; smite at that Outer Drawbridge chain , though the fiery hail whistles round thee ! Never ...
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... the very sound of many men ? How their shriek of indignation palsies the strong soul ; their howl of contumely withers with unfelt pangs ? The Ritter Gluck confessed that the ground - tone of THE STORMING OF THE BASTILLE 51.
... the very sound of many men ? How their shriek of indignation palsies the strong soul ; their howl of contumely withers with unfelt pangs ? The Ritter Gluck confessed that the ground - tone of THE STORMING OF THE BASTILLE 51.
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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.