Essays of the Past and PresentWarner Taylor Harper & Brothers, 1927 - 612 من الصفحات |
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... Spirit of St. Louis . They were both symbols of action in an age of action . Had a resurrected Thackeray , on a third visit to our country , docked on the same boat with either of them , what a faint shadow of a PREFACE V INTRODUCTION XV.
... Spirit of St. Louis . They were both symbols of action in an age of action . Had a resurrected Thackeray , on a third visit to our country , docked on the same boat with either of them , what a faint shadow of a PREFACE V INTRODUCTION XV.
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... Spirit . First He breathed light upon the face of the matter or chaos , then He breathed light into the face of man , and still He breathed and inspired light into the face of His chosen . The poet 1 that beautified the sect that was ...
... Spirit . First He breathed light upon the face of the matter or chaos , then He breathed light into the face of man , and still He breathed and inspired light into the face of His chosen . The poet 1 that beautified the sect that was ...
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... spirit in which M. Michelet writes against England . Even that , after all , is but my second- ary object ; the real one is Joanna , the Pucelle d'Orléans herself . Joanna , as we in England should call her , but according to her own ...
... spirit in which M. Michelet writes against England . Even that , after all , is but my second- ary object ; the real one is Joanna , the Pucelle d'Orléans herself . Joanna , as we in England should call her , but according to her own ...
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... spirit , and with the conscious vileness of a cat's - paw . Never from the foundations of the earth was there such a trial as this , if it were laid open in all its beauty of defence and all its hellishness of attack . Oh , child of ...
... spirit , and with the conscious vileness of a cat's - paw . Never from the foundations of the earth was there such a trial as this , if it were laid open in all its beauty of defence and all its hellishness of attack . Oh , child of ...
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... 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 , over nave 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 , over nave or ...
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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.