The Essays of EliaE. Moxon, 1869 - 436 من الصفحات |
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... leave , in the fulness of my soul , to regret the abolition , and doing - away - with altogether , of those consolatory interstices , and sprinklings of freedom , through the four seasons , — the red - letter days , now become , to all ...
... leave , in the fulness of my soul , to regret the abolition , and doing - away - with altogether , of those consolatory interstices , and sprinklings of freedom , through the four seasons , — the red - letter days , now become , to all ...
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... leaves , their winding - sheets . I could as soon dislodge a shade . I seem to inhale learning , walking amid their foliage ... leave these curiosities to Porson , and to G. D.— whom , by the way , I found busy as a moth over some rotten ...
... leaves , their winding - sheets . I could as soon dislodge a shade . I seem to inhale learning , walking amid their foliage ... leave these curiosities to Porson , and to G. D.— whom , by the way , I found busy as a moth over some rotten ...
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... leave with many ceremonies , and professions of regret . Some two or three hours after , his walking destinies returned him into the same neighbourhood again , and again the quiet image of the fire - side circle at M.'s - Mrs . M ...
... leave with many ceremonies , and professions of regret . Some two or three hours after , his walking destinies returned him into the same neighbourhood again , and again the quiet image of the fire - side circle at M.'s - Mrs . M ...
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... leaves , when , by some strange arrangement , we were turned out , for the live - long day , upon our own hands , whether we had friends to go to , or none . I remember those bathing - excursions to the New - River , which L. recalls ...
... leaves , when , by some strange arrangement , we were turned out , for the live - long day , upon our own hands , whether we had friends to go to , or none . I remember those bathing - excursions to the New - River , which L. recalls ...
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... leave - days , he had been seen to carry out of the bounds a large blue check handker- chief , full of something . This then must be the accursed thing . Conjecture next was at work to imagine how he could dispose of it . Some said he ...
... leave - days , he had been seen to carry out of the bounds a large blue check handker- chief , full of something . This then must be the accursed thing . Conjecture next was at work to imagine how he could dispose of it . Some said he ...
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الصفحة 136 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
الصفحة 161 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
الصفحة 136 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
الصفحة 33 - How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar — while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the accents of the inspired charity-boy...
الصفحة 78 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
الصفحة 100 - Ye have the account Of my performance : what remains, ye gods ! But up, and enter now into full bliss ?" So having said, a while he stood, expecting Their universal shout, and high applause, To fill his ear ; when, contrary, he hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn...
الصفحة 191 - Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who made a discovery that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt, as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it. Then first began the rude form of a gridiron. Roasting by the string or spit came in a century or two later, I forget in whose dynasty. By such slow degrees, concludes the manuscript, do the most useful,...
الصفحة 135 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
الصفحة 335 - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head: And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
الصفحة 34 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.